Saturday, 30 November 2019

The last flower

This blossoming flower 
Sent as a reminder, 
Was the last testament of declaration 
And a silent withdrawal 
That she could never be mine!


Tuesday, 26 November 2019

Look, the sun rises, just for her

Look, the sun rises, just for her
The sunsets, crying whilst bidding her adieu.
For long ago, the sun saw her existence and took on her radiance.
I see it more than all with clearer eyes
I see what the sun sees, a wonder.
But I am jealous of the sun for she loves him
Happily, she sits under his caressing rays.


Saturday, 23 November 2019

A prayer for my soul

Each day draws me closer to death, I pray my Lord for my soul to keep. Help me die to sin each day, yea that which plagues my soul to weep. Oh the hurt and the pain, I blame no one but me alone. I wish more for a steady will, to turn my eyes away from all unworthy things. Fix my eyes upon you and when deep misery is in my heart, I will not turn to the world to help me heal, but to you who does do all things well, to you who did once and will again raise me from the dead. Help me be the light you have given me, help me reflect you to the world that glory is given to the Father of love and comfort.


She will never hear of my goodbye

I wish fate would be more kind
Or she perhaps gave me a false chance
I had thought I would be brave in her sight
Lost for words as I watched her curiously through the night.
She is now a forbidden thing
A fortified forest, trespass if I dare to play.
I ask myself, what have I to lose?
In frenzied haste, I looked on myself with a frightened look.
There she goes, but I dare not look
A fruitless whisper
She will never hear of my goodbye.


It is clear she loves a soul

It is clear she loves a soul, a soul not me.
And even if no soul she adores
Yet me she does not see
As to exist in any realm of admiration.
I looked hard on my own face and on my ways
To be disappointed that I meet not her desire.
But I cannot linger on what is not to be
And if the past repeats itself
Soon a soul will have her in his arms
And she will pass me by without a goodbye.


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 ...