And what of Love? Poem

And what of Love?

And what of Love in brightest days
With illumined lofty shafts

And brings provision, gives us air,
To work our human crafts.

And heightened strains so sweet and low.
Upon the leaves and trees.

And brightens every young man’s heart from sickness and disease.

And on it’s wings white feathers seen
Of purity and graces

Rising higher in our thoughts.
From darkened mortal places.

And where it dwells upon the heart
With joyful power and praise.

We look to it to guide us home.
In every human way.

Poem: The Stranger

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

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.

Droplets of Love

Just like the rain on Garnock stream or dew on May’s fair morn

Or upon the Spider web in tombstones left forlorn

 

A gentle power of Love does fall on mills in Knoxville Road

And seen upon the smiling face of babes in their abode

 

Or random acts of kindness shown in finding mobile phones

Or helping older people walk on ice on Milton Road

 

Or in the eyes of little deer which run through open fields

In steel work sheds with gypsies´ beds and talks of business deals

 

Through different cables power runs to light the darker nights

Through different folk a gentle love expresses its own light

 

In every man a power shines from Place to Ladeside vale

Reflecting joy with sweet accord o’er mountain hill and dale

 

Poem for #Kilbirnie

Perhaps nearby the Walker Hall or up at Jacob´s well

a random act of kindness comes from strangers who can tell?

Perhaps a gentle smile when all is grey and bland

A man in Tesco car park, who gives a helping hand?

The face of God is ne´er seen by looking to the sky

or pleading with an unseen God to ask the question “why”

But in the smaller random acts, of hope and gentle charm

Music springs from little things which keep us from all harm

And if by chance we cannot see the goodness in Schoolwynd

Let us play the Harp we think is somehow left behind

From Cochrane Street to  Loadingbank it doesn´t take a while

to offer random kindness acts or give a sincere smile

He does not see the cries and woes of bitter words well meant

He does not know the mental wounds of times much better spent

He knows only Peace and Love and wholeness of our Soul

Far above the human clouds where Man is free to Go

In Glasgow Street or Ladeside Vale, perhaps in Dalry Road

A Mind can freely choose to live in  mental sweet abode

Far above the darting arrows, foes and kin at war

There is a place, another Mind for mankind to explore

Found in silence, ne´er in hate, a Harp string sound does come

Taking man to far above from words and human glum

If Angel´s are His thoughts indeed of swirling pools of Love

Let them take us anytime to consciousness above.

In silence comes the lyre harp of goodness Peace and Love

A state of mind but Heaven is, so take yourself above

To where no siblings voices fight or hatred´s idle dreams

Free yourself from earthly ties however fair they seem