HOMELESS MAJESTY

To shepherds and kings, the glad news made known.
Breaking the silence of the ages,
Ages of exile and fear.
Servants to foreign lords, rulers of empires not their own.
No rescue nor respite near.

God broke the silence of the night;
His herald of good tidings shone forth.
The rejoicing of heaven made known to men,
God's kingdom coming on earth.

Where was the Shepherd King to be found?
In Bethlehem, birthplace of kings.
But not in a palace.
Homeless in a feeding trough,
The Saviour of all mankind.

MARKS OF ETERNITY

Musings remind us we are
no mere human stuff,
but have a mind
in which new worlds are born.

Change bringing change to us,
and so to others too.
May that change bring life and light,
so moulding God's new age,
an imprint of eternity
now also on our page.

Such change must endure
the flame of God's refining power
and so stand forever sure.

GLIMPSES

Let my lines be seed to the thoughts of others,
those who read
and ponder,
some true life to them revealed.

Each rhyme a window into heaven,
a moment of eternity brought to birth,
glimpsing that light,
but then return to earth.

THE NATIVITY

Once upon a time...new kingdom here on earth,
A new born Prince of Peace,
born His bride to save and bless,
To sit with him, a queen no less.

Herald Angels good news sing,
joy for all,
Redeemer King, the news they bring,
Their anthem sweet
calling shepherds to their feet.

Wise men, eyes open, glories see,
discover Him,
God's new born King.
Wondering, downward bend the knee

Men whose 'eyes had second birth',
Saw God's healing come to earth.

A story we too, now can sing,
Renewing all, delighting Him.

 

COMPANIONSHIP

No longer 'vacant miles' and 'empty years',
God come to walk with man.
A love that 'watches and that hears'
as we walk the way with Him.

LODESTAR

When I look back the way I've come,
the path, the dreams I've had,
the winding path unwinds before me.
Is there really a plan?

The constant lodestar
has always shone its light,
bringing hope and joy.

Who lit that star?
Who put it in my sight?
Whose constancy beamed upon my way?

It has the name of love,
the languages of all ages past,
and yet to come.

'There are many plans in a man's heart, nevertheless it is the Lord's purpose that will stand.'
Proverbs 19 vs 21

THE LANGUAGE OF GOD'S AGE

Why has love such beauty?

It is our native air,
born with an unquenchable thirst
for that which gives us meaning and drives away our fear.

It drives us forward, emptiness at bay, 

our stores of life and love replenished.

As we give yet forth again,

we find yet more to give,
and as we give
it comes to us again,
and in that joy we press on to give yet more.