Shambling

I amble through this life anaesthetised;
benumbed by duty. All that must be done
saps strength, dulls desire. I once disguised
this shambling; but Lord, let those days be gone.
Sweet Spirit, purge the torpor from my veins,
and get me moving, living, once again.

Timeless Wonder

Fool I am to think that time is ever mine.
It is my master; at least 'til new life's dawn.
I seethe at wasted moments, stood in line,
Forgetting they were never mine to own.
So hear the truth: though days pass slow or swift,
Each second comes to us as purest gift.

Canvas

The green sea swells around my little boat
Which bows forlornly with each new wave's rise.
It's restless; simply asked to stay afloat
and bear the water's slap and captain's sighs.
And here they'll linger, 'til he finally sees
Without a sail, you cannot catch the breeze.

Back In The Saddle

Hi folks,

Here I am nearly a year-and-a-half after my last entry and still none the wiser. I am beginning to think this is the story of my life.

I am of that generation which now finds it quite sore to write with a pen for more than a few lines because we're so out of practice, so I'm back online to work out my stuff as and when I can. This is for me, not for you, but bless you for stopping by now and again to check my temperature and make me a cup of hot sweet tea.

I also have a sermon blog called Seven Songs. When I work out how to link it properly, I'll put it on the side.....