Saturday, 29 December 2018

I have barely written a thing.

This year is almost at an end
And I have barely written a thing.
It seems my pen has taken wings
And nested in a gloomy field.
Veiled or rather lost
Is my trust for my own lute.
A wailing wind, wavering courage;
I dare not ink my thoughts so bold.
But here I stand on the precipice of this year
That I vow to write more solemn and
Some on silly things - Dwelling
With poetry overlooking the wild extravagance
of an imaginative mind, too many
that each must be one of a kind,
And I, also one of a kind
In a land where man should admire
The starry Nights and wonder
How such a God would care so deep,
That He would leave the space Inbetween.


Saturday, 1 September 2018

Blackest eyes

They come to our land to win, in sin we lived, merry and giddy, man and woman extremely silly. No thoughts beyond the sky above, until the rivers red, and many eyes emptied in silos. Lucifer this must be, no mortal could unleash a pain so free, So sick, they laughed in their greyish coat, Smoking our skin, and drinking our gin, That last night, we danced our fill, till we all sundry fell asleep. Awoke in terror, sister we must run, invaded by a clan no defence could prevail, such feelings felt divorced from cheer, No stint for tears, the stones the coldness felt. Run dear sister to the hills above, I will stand for your career. Live! you must live for me and you, for all of us, and for the trees that fall, remember the wind and air we breathed. Think me no hero, no sun nor moon, but a happy folk, my death must be a song embraced. Blackest eyes, my killers march near, the sun gleams on, to display his care. is it fair, that diamonds are rare? and only the wicked enjoy her shine. Yesterday I lived, today I live too death is not dying, only those who fear dies, it is fear that kills, hopelessness kills, slavery kills. Blackest eyes, to me he said, "your last scream Will raise joy in me". Blackest eyes and surely the gloomiest eyes, you are but dust to me, your joy from hence compare not to mine, I have lived, and what I have lived your sword cannot kill. For my ways have gone with the wind, to every youth who for freedom lives, in them and everywhere, to all that breathes for liberty there my life shall be.


Miscellanies 108: Forgive me my Lord for my sins

Forgive me my Lord for my sins

I am ashamed because I have shamed you

But from now I repent of it all

And promise to depart from all of my wicked ways.

Oh help me, dear Spirit, help me deep

Help me change and I will lead others to follow your beloved Christ.

I know your mercies are new each day

And you lovingly direct it towards me

I will lavish in your love for me and glory in the splendour of your goodness

In prayer and in fasting I will seek thee

May my works be like the light, illuminating the darkness.

I dedicate all I am to you

Oh Christ my sweet beloved

Let me cease from my idolatrous ways

Oh, righteous anger feels me when I see others depart from thee.


Saturday, 11 August 2018

Miscellanies 107:The fight over sin is never ending

The fight over sin is never ending until the day of this mortal death. I had thought earlier in my youth, that surely sin would eventually cease her fight against me, but nay she continually violently tries to obtain that which I said belongs to Christ. More than ever, her resolves grows and her tactics ever deceitful that if I should think of resting for a moment, she would engulf me, reducing to ashes all of my past achievement. I know now that the battles are longer, watchfulness I must always be. O how easy it is for me to forget Christ and lean on my own strength, and it is in those moments that I fail exceedingly.


Wednesday, 1 August 2018

Miscellanies 106: Jesus is my best thought

Jesus is my best thought by day and by night and always will be. O sweet Jesus, you will never depart from my heart, for you are the darling of my soul. Forever will I search your wonders. Your eyes like flames, unblemished in your character, tender in your patience towards me. O may I forever give you my attention and lovingly sit by your side. You wooed me with your grace, you showed me your unending beauty, and thus I bend my knees in adoration and in tears, that such a lovely being should love me, the worst of all sinners. O may I press on, may I eternally press on to behold you!

Come and see the wonder of all the ages. Come and gaze upon him who is irrefutably enthralling. O deny not your eyes the greatest vision in existence. Come and see Jesus Christ, the eternal darling of the Father. Hurry men and angels, you are invited to behold his glory. Usher him quickly into your heart, and see how rapidly your heart will be enveloped with joy, and your being ennobled. O delay no further, forsake whatever you think is sweet and ravishing, and put on Christ. There will be no comparison. His greatness is eternally great!


One day

One day I'll be old and frail
And in that day
I hope the world is kind.


Monday, 30 July 2018

There is a place for me

There is a place for me 
A place unbroken, 
Unbounded by my own reserve.


Saturday, 14 July 2018

What have I done with your amazing grace?

I have wasted my days and nights in frivolity, in play, in indulging my fleshly appetites. I ought to have been busy in prayer in cultivating the fruits of the Spirit. I should have indulged in the scriptures, in the psalms and joined in with the melody of angels and saints above. Instead, I have been found wanting in righteousness. O, good, God! What have I done with your amazing grace? Is there still grace for me!


Jesus Christ is the treasure of my heart

  I am now going to live in such a way that shows that Jesus Christ is the treasure of my heart, that is that he is going to be the thing that I enjoy most in this world, for in the next world, yea, in the hereafter, he is my eternal portion, yea the whole Godhead. So, as I live from now, I am going to be an awesome spectacle for the angels, demons, and men that I am one who is truly sold out for Christ and his glory. I am not living to do my bid but his bidding. I have lived thus far a life that can be counted as dung for I have lived for myself and a little for Christ. But now I will cloth myself in righteousness and go about doing everything for his glory. This is indeed a lofty task, an ambition set up to fail and indeed so, but I am entirely dependent on the Power of the Holy Spirit and the daily mercies of my heavenly Father to see me through. I am secured in Christ, I am secured in his love. I just hate that I give myself to unrighteousness rather than righteousness. This is to be no more. And may you use me my good master in whatever way you please.


Dedicated to excellence

I ought to be dedicated to excellence, that everything I do is done to the best of my ability. We ought to give all to God and do all as if ...