Why search upon the mines of time Both future and the past Why cry with bitter tearful eyes For paradises lost? What find ye in the darkest caves In shafts of darkened thoughts Where fears of death and earthly work Become your only lot? And as the loom of human mind Does weave its saddened thoughts There comes a Stranger to our sphere A message he has brought And with his lamplight on the walls The shadows are displaced No more the fears of darkened years Our minds do penetrate A light of Everlasting Laws Eternal, sweet and strong Daily shines into our thoughts Transforming right from wrong And as we learn to trust his Light In daily paths we tread We leave the world of shadowed dreams For "God with us" instead When we leave the world of dreams Like Angel's rising thoughts Glimpses of Divinity and Holiness are caught Caverns full of blackened coal No more dark and cruel Are stars upon infinite skies As sparkling shining jewels
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Rain at Jock’s Burn, Kibirnie
(John 5: The Pool of Bethesda)
An angel clad in white winged robes with hands upon the pool
A surge of water gushes forth, clear, transparent, cool
Children watch upon the bridge with raincoats, darkened caps
My mother calls me not to fear, the bridge’s missing slats
Like needles dropping in the stream, rain pierces to the ground
Raising thoughts in Children’ s minds with every plopping sound
And as the Angel, golf course walks, the clouds clear with his step
Revealing brighter thoughts for man with every place he treads
By Crawfurd’s castle, blue skies clear and children move away
Their raincoats filled with water still seem strange in Summer’s days
Shadows clear upon the fields and hope again appears
Within the showers, sunny glades where man has nought to fear
Long after Angels hands descend or sun upon Man’s dreams
Still the pool, it gushes forth pushing all upstream
And on the Minds of local men an Angel dares to tread
Stirring healing loving thoughts upon the dying bed.
A Mirror
Only with my mirror can I see your Blessed Hand
Never with my mind can I fully understand
Looking indirectly, jewels sparkle in the sand
Through a loving lens, I see there is no reprimand.
Remembering to forget the smaller personal mind
To search Infinitude where lives all mankind
Where Love reigns, where illness can’t reside
And swirls of Love keep flowing in open countryside.
Where acts are free and freedom acts in purest Liberty
No robes of gold nor Eucharist, locked away with iron key
No Abbeys, Monks or lofty towers for the world to see
A Gentle Love does fall upon the Mind of you and me.
Love reflecting Love like mirrors held in gold
And Joy of Joys of giving, without barriers so cold
And stories of Love travelling centuries of old
I open my mind today to let Love unfold.
The Rowan Tree – A Poem
This one is about the Rowan Tree which was in my Grandfather’s garden in Castle Drive, Kilbirnie It is likely still there.
I wanted the poem to catch that idea that some people relish the shade but then complain about the darkness 🙂
In the shade of Grandpa’s house
There stood a Rowan Tree
Where my Brother tried to climb
With Rosalyn and me
Every day my Grandpa came
Admired it´s towering boughs
While we as children playing there
Saw darkened twigs and crows
Shadows hung upon his life
With towering darkened power
Yet we as children plain could see
Their withering every hour
Its leaves held back the sunshine light
Its branches stern with years
Sitting with his chair and pipe
It calmed away his fears
Yet we as children playing in sight
Saw only twigs and leaves
Revealing more of sky to us
Than he could ever see
We pointed up at shafts of light
Throughout the darkened power
Whilst he preferred the shaded glade
To pass the wakened hour
We saw sun and endless days
Upon his chair he sat
Despite the passing years it stood
The tree was sound at heart
Kilbirnie & Beyond 