Spirit of the living God.
my mind, in full rupture, unstable, imprisoned by itself, darkness surrounds me My God, my God, why, why, why! Yet my soul shouts out, life support God is within, not with holding, but holding as mighty oak. Holding in steadfast, gather me in re-member me back from fragmented body, mind, and soul. call me beloved, if that’s what I am whisper peace into my anxiety, shalom me into that state of wholeness, my scars, to tell a redemptive story, of those once opened bloody wounds. Spirit of the living God, full afresh on me. The Little Apple Tree Embedded instability, rooted thickly entwined, telling and told pulses in secret code humanity enigma code unbroken those gnarly unwholly weathered, warped and wassailed weathered, beaten up, scared nodules, nodes and knots notations of place and time, this watchman, this truth, echoes nature a twist in turning, ebbs and flows. Memories of a bygone time, eclipsing into sepia memorandums ---------- Leafiest Wall The leafiest wall remembering falling, fell, fallen, bony framework fragile skeleton, barren and bereft, lamenting what was mourning each leaf lost at cost re-membering it re-membering when re-membering why and how above all re-membering in substance I wonder, who will re-member me and by? --------------- Aut-tum-bling down Aut-tum-bling down and down and down a cascade of orange ochna rusty and copper russet red a symphony of colour splashing down into muddy puddle fodder for re-imagining next season Look
Look with creator eyes at the cornucopia of colour emerging from within the leaves, leaves with vibrate earthy, natural colours, a last shot of energy, sap, then the leaves flurry to the ground, leaves turn to mush, energy returned to the ground, ready to energise, to give life again, but now rest -- Smell Smell with creator senses, alert, tender and true. Leaves, petals, once shouting out with colour abound, that deathly returning to the earth, all strength, resistance, life, colour drained, body broken down, life extinct The crunch of autumns deathly comes Smell overwhelming of energy pouring back into the earth the body, now a lifeless corpse, buried nurturance for life’s best rest now until spring’s forth. bulrushes blown by the wind,
white feathers exploding from within, drifting off, held and nurtured by the wind, the breath of God. the bulrushes being blown like candles at the end of a service smoke permeating the air around, getting caught up in the air pungency getting diluted as it travels where it wills. following in the stream made by the Wild spirit of God. Songs and stories, memories and moments
plants and planting, hard-working, forced rhymes and rhythms how can we sing the Lord’s song in this strange land! flown from another place, mission, seeds planted, garden on hiatus, gardener on garden leave. Wildness and wilderness creeping, seeping in spreading, expanding Kingdom rewilding Dandelion’s planted thistles and thorns buttercups and poppies divine intervening Unsolicited brambles rooming and weaving uncontrolled, controlling World reclining humanity shutting down lost foxes and foe reframing, reimagining paradise reclaiming taking back what humanity plundered. world on a ventilator, humbling no going back no normal to return to twisted, bent and buggered worn out, keep out! revived rewired renewed New stories to write new songs to sing what new song can we sing in this new world? Government and others
lack of integrity, cross-party working, deeper and respond slower honesty. Amiss broken world, fake institutions failing us, infighting and back-stabbing listen hard choosing words with thought and readiness to admit they don’t up and mean it. The voice child cries out, your people cry to say sorry when they mess, demand those tribes of people who their voices still count, they’re in the desert cries out, the infant enough! Eternal life
soul reincarnation physical body to mortal death timely but too soon or lingering waiting life seeping through, draining to nothing beep! soul remaining, reforming moving rebirthing into next reality unseen by mortal eyes Grasping something unimagined
I stand here watching, as a mighty oak, rooted in this now coppiced but defiant to be. Kingfisher shooting past red, blue, raiment of fragmented colours down flying. Bulrushes sway lightly in rainy mist, imagined as candle snuffed out, ephemeral transcendency forming portal to a reality unmet. Crunching and snapping of leaflitter and spent twigs underfoot, bring memories of bygone summers, misty hazes and fruitfulness, now deathly grey, gloom, food for the journey, new life. wilding goose, grey, bland, and boring plumage, loud honking, move, now, urgent as alarm clock Soundings of a world grounded in, yet grasping the edge of something unimagined. Hanging in Compton Hanger
looking, feeling yet unknowing silence opens eyes to the vista. walking lightly as the feather on the breath gently, lightly on earth’s broken crust trees remind of fallen hero’s grounded seed heads abundance ripened. my breath my soul exhilarated still movement compels, forward moral breath cutting through the cold ramet of winter. the green land becoming greener, sap rising Ivy clinging climbing up spent wood. Stump, bygone of mortal’s plans Grass moist to touch, spiky, blunt, stile hewed by past pilgrim’s touch barrier, a stopping place, reflective, moving forward, past the knowing into the unknowing into the peaceful knowing |
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