Wednesday, 11 January 2017

Moon Music

                       Moon Music

Your gravity pulls our strings
Changing our tune, like the colours of the night
Not easy to see what it is we hear
It is mostly nothing but then,
Then it is disturbing;
 That shouldn't go with this which never works with that.
God who should be drawing out harmoniously well behaved music
Stooping into this dissonance ?

Stooping, when really You should be in heaven, with all those harps
Like a proper God.
But I'm glad You are not as we imagine
And though these strings ache at every pull,
There is the pattern
Of something beautiful and eternal being created.

                                     WILF Jan 2017

Winter Meditation

               WINTER MEDITATION
Winter sun is weak but does not surrender
Throwing silver swords
Onto the frozen grass
The war goes on.

The summer sun cannot reach into here
Through the growing green
This place was made to know the sun
In winter
Low light through bare trees
Secrets shining in and into the cold

Those bare trees
I have heard their dwellers many times
But here in the barest time of all
I can see them, lovely in their spindly homes.

The sky, when it showed was a shy blue
So assured of who it was
It did not need to look Imperial
To be the conquering canopy of all below
                                       WILF Jan 2017



Tuesday, 6 December 2016

God by Numbers

                       GOD BY NUMBERS

                   One is the greatest but,
(Two would be too small, too many, odd)
              Three is the simplest number
                                 God
                                              Wilf Nov 2016

Tuesday, 20 September 2016

Different Light

In this 21st century light
You look like anyone else
From your time and place
In the Middle East.

In the half light of my half journey
Colours begin to sleep
Something else comes to life
The lines in your face like river beds
Compassion and Grief
Carved out for us.

When darkness comes
Timeless and
Inevitable this far down the road
I know by senses I do not know
That You are there smiling
Like a young moon
The light of unquenchable kindness
In your unseen eyes
                                           Wilf Sep 2016

Moses

Meek, fearful, murderer, friend of God
Soon to die
Looking back
From his last mountain path
Back over the forty year long desert
Every bush is burning
                                                      Wilf SEP 2016

Lullaby

Jesus come to me
The shadows are long and sharp
The night is not at rest
Wars rage and rage wars
Only you who never sleep are at rest
Sweet Jesus give me sleep
                                                       Wilf Sep 2016

Saturday, 27 August 2016

You Are

                                YOU ARE

                                    Closer
                                   Simpler
                                  Stranger
                                 Less Lord
                               More Friend
                            But only because
                      I didn't fully understand
                  What a Lord was, or a friend
                  But now I know a little more
.                        You are no less Lord
                            And much more
                                   A Friend
                                    Strange
                                    Simple
                                     Close
       
                                           Wilf Aug 2016