November Morning

If I am honest I am rejoicing more
Because of the beauty of this morning
Than of You being on the throne.
All this shimmer and shake of coppergold
Against a sky of virgin blue
Would drown in sadness,If it weren't for You
It would not just be a beauty that ends
For the end would cast a shadow
Over its beginning
And blot out the beauty.
So on this warmest of November mornings
I rejoice that You are on the throne
Wilf Nov 13 2011

Nora in Heaven

It was a long time
But she could see now.
All those tears that had poured from her eyes
And those inside
Blurring her vision and drowning her heart
Were all wiped away
She could see.
She came from a long line of broken hearts
Just an ordinary woman longing for righteousness
But she shone brighter than any celestial body
When she landed here upon this New Earth.
She used to be my mother,
But she is taken up with bigger things now.
It’s been a long time,
Something like and not like a thousand years
All spent gazing at this daisy
But as she will tell you
Its fascination is endless
(Like everything else here)
And there’s no rush,
For if time is here at all
It is a river without end
If not, then time has poured into a shoreless ocean
Either way there is no rush.
                                                                                       Wilf Nov 2011

Hope

The light on
The leaf
On the bough
Of the tree
On the hill
on the ground
where we stand
the ground
of the hill
of the tree
                                 WILF 19/09/11

Midnight

I love Midnight but she doesn’t love me
We’re over now and I guess I’ll get over her
I always hung around Midnight
Rambling away to my Makerandmuchmore
But now when the clock strikes twelve
I’m dreaming and it strikes alone
Midnight, I love the music of her moods
Deeper than blue
Madder than jazz
We shared them all from the insides of God’s heart
Me and Midnight we were cool.
But I’m getting older
And I don’t see her much these days
But all those crazy times;
The joy, the tears, the fights,
Those secret things
I still got em all in my heart
Yea she changed my life

I won’t forget you Midnight.
                                                        Wilf          19/09/2011

Me and Tim Brown

When me and Tim Brown
Get to the New Earth
We'll go for a long walk
And never come back
We'll always be arriving somewhere new
But never leaving home
It's that kind of place
And we'll be those kinda guys-
I don't understand it either-
But when me and Tim Brown
Get to the New Earth
It won't matter

                       *In memory of a conversation
                        WILF 08/2011

Peacemaker

A peacemaker is not a piecemaker-
Patching together
The ragged unravellings of relationships.
He is in the place of warfare
In the place of the Prince of Peace
As his pores
His tear ducts
His lungs
Sweating weeping breathing,
"Peace be with you"
In all he does.
                                                 WILF 08/2011

The Gift

It is strength to a father's arms
As he guides his children on
Up through the lofty narrow paths
And on to their mountain home

It is the gentleness of the mother's embrace
And the richness of her breasts
That brings her children nourishment,
Protection,solace and rest

It is tenderness trembling on the lover's lips
Set on fire by the love of God
It is innocence gazing into unseen eyes
That happily dies for the Lord

It is sharpness to the warrior's sword
By which the weakest may slay
Sure course to the bowman's arrows
To find the heart of the prey

For those who dare it is all these things
Single yet manifold,mysterious and bright
This is the gift of celibacy
Come down from the Father of lights
WILF 04-98