Saturday, 31 December 2016

The Olive Garden

It started with a Kiss....

Leaning into him,
Holding him with tenderness,
a gentle embrace......

was there a moment of hesitation...
a moment of doubt...
a moment of reluctance...

or was he a doomed man from the beginning,
his tragic story divinely written?

The earth under his feet, did it feel him tremble?
The earth under his being did it know?
The earth giving life to the Olive Tree.

From the shadows, they waited for the tender sign, the loving sign, the ritual of closeness!

The lips pressed on his cheek delicately...

and a faith started with a kiss.....







Thursday, 29 December 2016

My hands in the earth.

My hands in the earth,

I clench with all my strength....

I feel the soil as it clings to me, as much as I cling to it.

We are bonded more than we know.

Breathe in that which surrounds you...

Hold that breath!  Hold it with all your might! And when your time is near the end....


release 


experience the breadth, experience everything you can muster, experience it all as it leaves this mortal coil....

My God.... hear my cry!

I have lived.

It was not in vain...

I have loved.

Far too many times...

I have memory, sorrow and truth...

I have witnessed what the earth has for me...

But Oh God... I see a world of promises and dreams

These tears are not of loss, but of what can be... the dream of HUMANITY lighting up the stars!

Our Identity is more than our languages, our customs, our flags, our ego...

Our Identity is strong as Tungsten and as fragile as Trust!

My God.... I live in these years of brokenness

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Hear me! O' Children of God.....

You have lived, You have loved, You have Memory, Sorrow and Truth. 
The world is full of these things...... promises and dreams
I weep with you....
I walk with you....
I too dream of your potential
Your Identity rests in my being, your being will be transformed in the stars, 
Your Identity is my Identity... the fragility of my being is your strength, 
my strength is the fragility of your trust. 
The whisper of greatness is an eternal echo in your heart.
Feel that earth under your hands and know the full you! 
You are more than words in a prayer....
You are my divine children....... light up this world! 
The Brokenness is ready for you to mend it...

For Yesterday is but a memory often held to tightly 
and Tomorrow is but a mere possibility.
For I live with you in the now, for that is all we have,
a place where dreams come true.














Saturday, 24 December 2016

imagine

whose highest ideals do we imagine to have?


what benchmark do we put ourselves with?

what is our level....is there a level?

what relationship with God do you have?

.....................did have?

.......................won't have?

.............................will have?

Only you know this.....

sharing this is like lifting the stars over your shoulder and bringing them together into the palm of your hand.

The onlooker will never understand you!


Wednesday, 21 December 2016

the fearful wind

the fearful wind is fierce and furious and I face into it!


I have too.... for the wind will send me into cover,
into the darkness...
I become desperate in the shadows.

Fear is the harbour and I have untethered from it,
I was tethered to popularity...
I was tethered to a safe place...
I was tethered to what was comfortable...
I was tethered!

the harbour offers security and authority...
the fear of being oneself...
the fear of having yourself challenged in the open sea...
brings us to the harbour of conformity.

I stand at the bow of the ship,
let them question me
let them harm me
let them say what they believe needs to be said....

for not too long, I will be in the open sea and they will cling with a death grip to the harbour!


Thursday, 15 December 2016

Mother's, Son

She was STRONG!

Painting by Lorraine Rigby. 2017
Defiant in the face of all the odds...
 in front of all, that was right or wrong...
 she stood on her land, her way, her compass pointed truly.
  her strength is my strength
  her emotion is my emotion
  her courage is my courage
  her perseverance is my perseverance
  her memory always in my heart.

She was STRONG and I'm her son!

Saturday, 10 December 2016

Stranded.

The Waves are boiling, steaming vapours streaming from the cracks,
filled with hate and loathing.

The Cracks....always there.
The Cracks....filled in with ambition.

Painting By Lorraine Rigby. © 2017.
The Cracks...longing for LOVE!

The Ocean Tidal Walls are rising.
The Fiery Waves licking my humble raft...
I keep it balanced....
My eyes wide open to the anxiety all around.

The Worlds Waves are on fire!
The Ocean Spray are bright with amber.
The Ocean surface is thick with  a green mist!

I can't see the horizon,
Blinded by the spray and the mist.

The boats that sail this ocean,
Rejoice in the spectacle...

"Ahoy" I turn, others are on rafts
Tentatively keeping afloat!
She points to the wave....
My eyes blinded by the shadow of a future,
A future I can't see........

My garments fall away, burnt and fragmented.
My skin burnt and soaked,

I fall to my knees and crack the fragile raft,
My knee soaked and splintered.

I pray...

The silence falls upon me...

The Stillness awakens my deep senses...

The voice of God is whispering to me...

I hear it clearly, its whisper is a song in my heart.

It calls to me.....

The waves are no more....

The Ocean is no more...

The Earth is no more...

The Navigational Stars are aligned in the deep self....

The raft begins to take its course....................







En Garde!

They take their formal stance, their eyes giving away nothing,
Their eyes giving-a-way of something.......?
Their body's posture is poised into defence and attack,
The SWORD in one hand and a main gauche in the other.

They circle as if rehearsed...
The past insults are forgotten, only the blood is wanting,
and the tears are prepared,
May the lament of sorrow be an eternal echo of such tragedies....

The witnesses are like frozen empowered statues,
In-between worlds of the living and dead...
The Cry of the Raven whispers their names,
Painting by Lorraine Rigby. 2017
The Clash of the Blades sings in the Air.

The sword is thrust to the neck,
the parrying dagger glances-slides it away,
and countered with the sword to the stomach,
feet move quickly turning the body to the side,
the blade flies through the air, the shining sharp......
the blade that's parried swirls over the head,
to plummet down into the thigh
a quick step back to defend!
WITH a dagger close to the neck,
it springs with accuracy to the foe!
Darting backwards and swirls with ferocity and despair,
both the daggers end in their plot.

The frozen statues come to life,
As the two bodies slump,
blades drop......
          blood flows......
                  hands that gripped the tools of death long to hold life together.
                             but it is too late......

Blade, overcomes Blade!
Sorrow, overcomes Sorrow?

The Wrong of Others,
Can Not Be Replaced,
By our wrongs.






Tuesday, 6 December 2016

Near The Brink

Painting by Lorraine Rigby. 2016
And the horizon seems dull and bleak...
It's majesty that beckoned me to something nobler...
has encroached on my mortal expectations...
.............and it has taken THEM all away. 

The once said deeds and dreams.... 
are held in the parents loving arms, 
are held in the strongest embrace, 
are held with a forgiveness that God has bestowed upon me. 

And the horizon seems SO dull and bleak...
It's majestical colours vibrant and changeable...
It has encroached on my mortal expectations...
...............and it has taken it ALL away from US. 

I laid my foundation stones and honesty to this land! 
the labour of my efforts, what did I see! 
What spoils were granted to me, to us, to you?
What lavish riches fell upon your lap, was it so easily?

Do they ever feel shame? 



And the horizon is dull and bleak...
Its vividness blinding my... my silhouette, a void, on a canvas of oils! 
The years of learning expressed in innocence,
The years of expression wasted? 

We craved for the understanding! 
But my aged heart knew it in that embrace.... 
The swelling of my chest, bursting into tears....
.......................and with that final breath.............

the horizon is dull and bleak...
it kneels before my final step.
and smiles to the embrace, 
full of expectations and love.

Colours no canvas can have painted upon it! 

I gather myself one more time,
As I stand, Near The Brink....