The Wrong Road Taken

However did we leave His Way

Of justice for the poor, and peace?

To sell our souls to Constantine

And fighting over Creeds?

Align ourselves with Power and Kings

To fawn, exploit and kill ?

So often done unspeakable things

And claimed they were God’s will ?

So much of all this tragic folly

Has for so long been justified –

By literally reading as ‘Word of God’,

The Books of the Canon were deified.

They told of an angry, violent God,

Of arbitrary favouring –

Such stories clearly gave the nod

To bigots, wars and slavery.

But though we’ve strayed from Jesus’ Love,

We can still change to choose His Way.

22nd, January 2017

 

Father of My Child

Midst all that you have done and been –

The struggle undergone, unseen,

So many knew and loved you well

Yet only one has this to tell –

You were the father of my child.

You stood for justice, freedom, peace

And bravely spoke against deceit.

Your influence will surely long outlive you –

A heritage your friends will give you.

And I, despite storms, dark and wild,

Still love the father of my child.

What will be your legacy ?

DearHeart – a true equality

Where justice grounds the polity

And innocents from fear be free ?

Grandpa Keith – our visionary schemer –

Sleep well, inspire our hearts,

Beloved activist and dreamer.

May 2009

Who are you Really ?

I hear you’ve gone and changed your name again.

Not sure when or where.

I knew you never stay the same.

I wonder if you’re happier there ?

And if you’re tiring of this game ?

Marianna was a lovely name,

But you’ve changed it to be Jo!

Now Marianna’s story – no one may ever know.

Will Jo’s existence be the same ?

Forgotten, when you choose to go ?

Can there be no continuity

For such as you, who must be free ?

Must you live so unconnected,

Wild and cool and disaffected ?

– Marianna   –  Jo  –  Cherie ?

February 2009

The Neo-Liberal Con

Insidious evil stalks the Market Place

Spreading so fast.

Its  deceptive embrace –

Seductive and vast.

From ‘Ivory Towers’ to ‘City Banks’

And ‘Corridors of Power’

To our Media’s corrupted face.

Alas for humanity, divided society,

Undermined solidarity –

Lost without trace.

Cry out for the thousands, collateral broken,

Give voice to the millions who never are heard.

There’s not much more time for truth to be spoken –

Let’s make commitment to spreading this word.

15th August 2015

 

 

My Dearest Friend

Sixteen she was – funny and smart,

‘I want to be good’ she cried.

Her wistful sadness stole my heart –

But fun and laughter came beside.

Then when we went our different ways

We never quite forgot –

The highs and lows of all our days

We shared, though not a lot.

We nearly lost what we had back then

Which would have been so sad.

But when at last we met again –

O what times of joy we’ve had.

As years slip back

It seems no time

Divides us from our age-old craic.

I know this love will never end

For Jenny is my dearest friend.

Christmas 2014

Genvieve’s Questions

So very many questions

From the years of pain and grief.

But the ‘answers’ do not satisfy

And do not bring relief. Came, hoping for some insight

Where there weren’t none to be found.

Puzzled by a less-than-certain faith-style –

Yet where hope and love abound.

We, who do not have your answers

And cannot explain your loss,

Still are focused upon Jesus

And the mystery of his cross.

For his magnetism draws us

Down the labyrinthine years,

His Spirit captivates our hearts

And his love dissolves our fears.

We still hear his invitation

To his Kingdom of the free.

We can let go the complications

Hearing simply ‘Follow me’.

[ Prompted by a dialogue in cyber-space 2002]

The Skylarks of Ballycastle

O those Ballycastle skylarks of 1949,

The companions of my solitary play.

All that passion seemed so far away –

I could not ever make it mine.

Now once again I hear that song as it echoes in my brain –

Its instrumental purity –

That self-same, sad refrain

Distils essential ‘sehn sucht’ longings,

Inexpressible, sweet pain.

Are the ‘Links’ there still as springy

Neath newly-sandaled feet ?

Do the wild flowers bloom as freely ?

Does that first tangy, salt breeze still entreat ?

O tell me my skylarks’ progeny

Still sing there just as sweet.

And can we learn the meaning

Of those melodies without words ?

P’raps only in transcendence

Of a separate, self-loved heart

Is our spirit freed to worship with the larks –

Forever pouring forth their joyful, sacramental art.

Differences

Do you see what I see ?

Do you hear what I hear ?

As we listen to the music

We do not hear the same.

And we see what we have learned to see,

Even the guilty can escape all blame

If called innocent and sanitised.

Often enough, by the Media, hypnotised.

Living together, separately

We partake of different worlds

And experience culture shock

When they clash.

Failed Communications

I used to know before you told me

What you’d say.

Then I felt so much like you did

Anyway.

But the years have brought their changes

Made us little more than strangers

And I don’t know any longer

Who you are.

Somehow we lost connection ….

You followed a different star.

In Dylan’s heartfelt lyric

Was our jointly offered prayer –

‘May you stay forever young’.

Now you speak a different tongue.

Yes, there are songs we left unsung

But what we had was real and rare ….

And from our hearts come still that prayer …..

‘O may you stay……….forever young’.