the crying young lady
just outside my closed door
why she cries
I do not know
she cries out
but the young man
answers neither door
nor words
spoken to the door
it aches me
to see His body
torn apart in a way
such as
this
it pains me
to witness His children
not loving one another
deeply
in some way
they’re breaking apart His
body
just as we did when
we nailed Him to the
cross
His blood
taken so lightly
to be brushed off
is it not enough
for reconciliation
of man with God?
then why does is seem
so insufficient
for reconciliation
between man and man?
between brothers and sisters?
19 June 2007
Categorised in Poetry
see them:
children
one moment they’re playing together
the next
the boy’s made the girl
cry
no less than eighteen years of age
all of them
yet no one accepts loving concern
from outside
here they keep me, isolated
incapacitated
18 June 2007
Categorised in Poetry
9 June 2007 - 17 June 2007
Categorised in Poetry
Jesus, I just want
to cry in front of you
unhindered
unashamed
to know everything
will be alright
will be according
to your perfect
will
and whatever bothers me
would be
resoved
within your plans
in your perfect
timing.
8 June 2007
Categorised in Poetry
on a day such as this
I want to just cry
in front of someone
I love
and care deeply for
without
any reason
or perhaps the reason
evades my
grasp
as a small child
tries
in futility
to stop the crying brook;
the sobbing trickle
of water over pebbles,
not knowing why
she grieves
perhaps for a loved one
perhaps she
like me
knows not why.
7 June 2007
Categorised in Poetry
the mess that is
my room
that I try from
time to time
to clean
to clear a path
for guests to come in
pushing aside book and clothes
loose pages, sheets of paper, receipts,
bottles, boxes.
had I been living
in this mess
or does it only feel
crowded when
visitors come?
3 June 2007
Categorised in Poetry