An embarrassing confession

When I was about 15 me and my mate Jammy designed an imaginary album cover for our imaginary band:Astral Head.I wrote some lyrics for some of the non existant tracks.One of them was called "An Unearthly Child" (Dr Who fans will know this was the title of the first ever episode).The first lines went like this
                        "Unearthly child with eyes of green
                        Such as the world has never seen"
Not very promising really eh?  

One of Us

One of us 
But 
Not one of us
Walking clean through our sludge
But always on the high mountain pass
That leads to the the promised land
Where only He could live
And we could never go
But where He brought us home
                                                Wilf 12/2005

The Promise of the Path

To one, this path promises all
To the other, nothing.
To both in different ways 
It threatens everything

One cares too little
One cares too much
But for both,everything must go;
During the journey
Or at its end
For life or for death.
                                         Wilf 12/2005 

A Well Balanced Man

He was a well balanced man
He said yes
As often as he said no
He walked here 
As often as he walked there
His words and his deeds
Cancelled each other out
Very well balanced
Nothing in the scales 
                                    Wilf 12/2005

The child is father to the man

'The child is father to the man',
No wonder then 
That hardly anyone grows up properly;
Being wrenched from childhood
Before it has matured
Into that peculiar wisdom
That only grown up children can have

Somewhere between childhood 
And what comes next we are made
To jump over a chasm so wide 
That we can carry little with us
So we are unprepared
For the next stage of our journey.
It is called adulthood and we,adults
Trouble is,we're not
And for most of us 
Life is a limp and stumble
From one false security to another.

If you can,if you dare,
Go back
Retrieve what you left behind
You might just become a father of men
And not just another insecure teacher.

                                             Wilf 07/2006   

Intiation

"Pass through the lines of wise men
Those who have spoken of Me;
They will gladly let you pass and come to Me
If they are truly wise"

"Do not lean on their understanding
I am here and it is time
You will always see what they have revealed
But now is the time to stand
And let Me speak to you
Stand on the feet you have been given
And make a path"
                                                         Wilf 08/2006

I Wish I were made

I wish I were made 
Just of this longing.
For it knows exactly what it wants 
And where to look
It aligns itself so well with God
But the rest of me-mind, emotions
Even my imagination
Seem so mismatched to this yearning
So dull to you dear God
And yet You became man
So there must be some resonance between us
But what changes must be wrought
For me to take my true place 
In Your eternal bride

Sometimes it is tempting to believe
That this bride is just a metaphor for something less
God forbid
If it is a picture it must be of something much greater
Unboundable by any frame
Untraceable by any hand
Unsearchable by any mind
As only the longing of love knows
And we must be transformed by it
                                                      Wilf  08/2006