Another Day

The day ends
a candle is lit
there is electricity but..
in this light
the day ends
a day in which the plot thickened
as the veil became thinner
I see you more clearly
as your mystery deepens
I am happy
in this light
the day ends
Wilf June 2011

Testimony - The Path

No path could have been more hopelessly wrong
Than the one You led me along
But no other path could have brought me through
Intact sane warm and strong

So many times my protective skin was flayed
Leaving every raw fear displayed
But they were the times I cried to You
And learned to be unafraid,

In times like that You made me;
Answering my prayers and those You saw hidden
In the ones You didn't answer,
And I was given strength
By those who had little for themselves
I was helped to stand
By those who often fell
And if I can look on life now
With wise calm eyes
It is because of those crazy troubled times.

Countless alters on a road of strife
Hardly noticed among the rubble of life
But they are witnesses to
My trembling heart before Your knife

Many have walked a sharper road
Than that which I have trod
But these petty trials led me to You
And made me a man of God

Wilf 30/5/2011

General C.V.

                                 GENERAL C.V.

I am the son you had no time for

Or of whom you demanded  too much

I am the daughter you loved dearly-

To touch and touch and touch.

I am the cry you left unheeded

The broken heart you put in the bin

I am the dreamer you never needed

I am the lover you never let in

If you don’t hear these cries today

The day may come when you can’t

They’ll be drowned out by your own

As the children you mistreated

Grow up and gun you down

                                                                       WILF 10/2006

Hell's Angle

                             HELL’S ANGLE

The self righteous scruplers of hell

And even Bacchus will curse and blanche

Outraged at the passionate swell

Of the Lamb’s wine crazed wedding dance

They’ll all cry out from their pains

“How could they?Have they no shame?”

But to the pure all things are pure

To the damned all things are stained

So they don’t want to go to heaven

Despite hell’s unbearable curse

Their dread of heaven is greater

For the fire there is worse  

                                                                         11/2006

Soul Searching

                                 SOUL SEARCHING

When I find out where you live I’ll come and take you home

It was a long journey

Over the mountain too high

The forest too dark

The sea too rough

To an island too hidden

There was a pool too clear

A living mirror too alive

You wouldn’t break the laws of your land

You wouldn’t look

So my hands reach out

My heart aches out

I found where you live

And even how you got there

But I can’t take you home                   

                                                                    WILF 02/2007

Rage against the Cage

                             RAGE AGAINST THE CAGE

1

Rib cage, crib rage

Baby’s been born with a heart that’s trapped

Let it out early,let it out late

Doesn’t really matter it’ll still get slapped

The heart is trapped ‘cos it’s plumbed to the pumps

1,2,3,4 keep the blood flowing

1,2,3,4 keep it all going

One two

Keep the soft machine running

Three four

Keep the valves from blowing

Rib cage rise,inspiration

Breathe in for a bigger habitation

Breathe out back to the start

No more room for the rib caged heart

2

Me? I’m going to pull out my heart

Leave the pumps pumping and the ribs caging

But my heart is going to be free

Emblazoned upon my breast

A shield of vulnerability

That anyone can spear

God will heal and God will heal

So lift up your hearts

Let everyone see

Its tremblings and its dreams

Its flaws and its fears

Then they will see Jesus glowing in your Humanity

And He will draw all men unto himself

                                                                                              Wilf 02/07

Poetry

                                   POETRY

Catching words

That tell

The movements and mesh;

The mind behind

But,passing through

This coarse net,falling

Off the paper

There is so much more

So much more

                                                              Wilf 02/07