Monday, 22 December 2008

Poem - A wiseman's tale

It came from out of the sky: beaming
brightly, shining unlike any other
light even dares to beam remotely.

The light started to move and
it spoke to me: it said, "You,
follow me, for there is a journey
to be travelling". So I travelled
along the journey. The light that
beamed down on me wa so bright
that everything else around me was
dim and dull. Darkness was at
pitch black.

As the light moved on, so did
my feet. Times whre there many when
I wanted to give up. Oh, the
occasion when I stopped for a rest.
My goodness! I didn't even know
where I was going. The darkness
around me left no indication
towards any direction which was
to come. This was surreal.

Lo and behold! The light leads
me to a place of shelter, whre
warmth is present, as are people
from all sorts of backgrounds. They
each have their own agenda.
Me, I still don't know why I'm
here; for its no longer as dark
but the dullness still remains once
I walk into the shelter.

Suddenly, the light is back -
and its inside this place where
we can take a seat. Over by
the corner, the light is even
brighter, yet its now safe to gaze
into it more without fear of
damaging my sight. Why should I
even worry? It will be healed!

What shines right before me
couldn't possibly contain anymore
beauty and peace and hope
and love; for he is here. The
very one we have waited for!
The light that guided me to
where I am sits before me and
challenges me to kneel.

A wasted journey, this was not,
by any means. This was the walk
that you and I wanted so badly
and now we've done it. He is
here, we are here and now the
darkness is gone. There is visibility
and a clarity of epic proportions.
Nothing in the world is anywhere
near this scale of awe.

What better gift is there; yet
the gift I present in return is
myself; my soul; my spirit.
Down I kneel to place it at
his foot, to keep. It no longer
remains in my posession, for before
it was filthy and unclean. Today,
on this morning, it is cleansed. It
is PURIFIED!! It is his and His.

When I go home, we shall be one
and in union forever more; that will
be the greatest gift on offer.

Wednesday, 17 December 2008

Poem - Argyle Street

Everybody's been here for a
period of time and momentarily
walk up and down or drive on
through to wherever they may be
destined to get off at.

One way in and one way out,
the people walk and drive about
but don't stay long. It would be
wrong to spend more than two
minutes at a time.

People come from down below
and others do not even know
what way they're going; they're still
growing older and the young folk
are much bolder, as you see.

A sign says "Everything Must Go"
but none of them inside you know
where they'll be heading. They are
heading off to different pastures.

When someone from the past walks
by, its easier to let on you're shy
or that you didn't see them pass.
Another little memory lasts inside
your head forever.

Production is the key to this:
the travellers score and homebirds miss
the point in why we do not stay
that long or sing a song.

Mission is still possible 'til
six o'clock, before the shops
close down until tomorrow, leaving
shoplifters to scheming and the
junkies keep on dreaming.

Precious moments pass until
the moment comes to last a
little longer than the people there;
they walk on and don't even care,
'cause this is just a brief stop.

Commuters from east will
travel west today and vice-versa;
they will stay for one night only,
heading home alone and lonely
back along Argyle Street.

How they need a rock to build
their hopes and dreams on; solid
land instead of sand but they
just march to their own drumbeat.

One way in and one way out,
the people walk and drive about
but don't stay long. Another
little memory lasts inside
your head forever.

Poem - The Big Chief

He waltzes in with all the ambition in the
world, literally; the places he says he's been
speak for themselves. That is until the big man
opens his mouth. He's seen and done it all
- supposedly! - no corner of the world has been
left unvisited; no stone in his sight has been
left unturned. He's rubbed shoulders with crims,
he's avoided doing time. He attempts to deal
with cash and, yet, all day long he talks
trash. For some, he keeps them amused for
it prevents a painful sense of bore but, come
time to clock out and leave, my head is
feeling sore! This is not defamation and I'm
sorry to say its no hallucination. "Well, basically,
the thing is, right...." nobody's backside could
be anymore uptight. If anyone else in the world
is a moan, they've now met a match with the
king of groan. The stock goes up and his
shares fall down. I couldn't care less - for
I've more important things to be worrying about.

While we're in the middle of a gloomy recession,
I'm forgetting if I made an impression. While
he's out trying to make some gold, I'm
having to do what I've been told. The bank
manager is getting a migrane and others
are being driven insane! Doesn't matter
anymore, its neither black or white, the
whole situation at hand is not .... alright.

The madness is only going to get
worse, for an old lady calls
about a stolen purse. So, once we
attempt to answer her call, the big
chief says something that makes her fall:
he says, "Listen up, you silly old
biddy; none of this news will make
you feel giddy!" But once we
stop your details from spreading
out, we make a promise you'll not
have to shout. And if you call back
to be told something wrong, they're
singing off a sheet from a different song".

It's become clear to everybody present that the
story goes a little something like this: a fifty-
something year old high-flyer has hit and missed.
What's the point of hanging out where your peers
are young? Because chances are, everything we want
to do, you've already done! What's the matter, has
nobody bought any of your stock? Just like us,
they probably thought it was all a crock. And as
for the family, well that's if they really exist,
its time they lived the perfect life, not down
in some abyss. My senses tell me all's not done
and more is on its way; if that's the truth, then
what's the point in calling it a day? Beginner's level
is for those who haven't got a clue; I'm thinking
maybe this is either applicable or true!

Saturday, 13 December 2008

Two more new poems - 12/12/08

The water works

Daybreak has arrived and the sun
is rising for another day, adding brightness
to the darkness present everywhere you turn.

I've travelled across the city this morning
just to catch a glimpse of what posesses
so much serenity and peace. With and
without my glasses on, the beauty I see
doesn't compare to anything else; for the
rainbow has fallen and the colours rise,
heading to where the opposition reside.

As I get a little closer, I can see
that the water works at the Waterworks
and it longs to cleanse me whole. The
rainbow rises for me today because of a
promise made that I wouldn't be alone.
All tempestous climates have concluded,
thus allowing the sky to be clear again.

Everytime I get a little closer, the
spirit whispers in my ear: "In you plunge!
Return from the waters a different person",
because the water works for those who
test them, and all tests shall be passed.
The flying colours - all seven of them - will
shine brighter than ever before.

My morning couldn't get any better, for
it was faith that got me here. My faith
is fluid too and overflows throughout the
course of the day.


Accepted

Its now no longer me that just
calls you but you also call me too.

I remember the moment my mobile rang -
and your name appeared on the screen!
My goodness, Lord! What are you playing at?
Your sense of humour has come into play.

Everything now seems to good to be true
but its really nice to know there's a two-way
thing going in terms of contact.

How happy I was to see your
name on the phone; without me making
the initial approach on this occasion.

When we have a little conversation, I can
feel the connection that I've longed to
have since the moment we met. Your name
in my phonebook now has its own ringtone!
The song itself speaks of new beginnings
and the power of mutual faith as the glue.

Oh, the smile that appears on my face;
the spring that is activated in my step!
The feeling that covers me whole.

Next time I see you, I doubt I'll tell
you all this but a wee thank-you for your
acceptance should really say it all.

Two new poems - 11/12/08

Split second

With one split second, the whole
world could change dramatically and
fantastically.

But, with God by my side, He tells me
which way to go and when. And with one
split second, everything that I worked
towards could turn into something
unbelieveable and beautiful.

But I'm not the type of person to take
a gamble on it all; for I've been told
by He above that I should take some
extra care.

Someday, I will stand in front
of Him and discuss where I shall go;
with His guidance, He will tell me where
I have to go.

But within just one split second, all my
plans could be rearranged; and temptation
stands right next to me, looking good
and saying stuff that other men could
quickly over come - but I'm not other men.

I'm a Christian and I stand for only One.



Prayer

Here I am, with a word to say;
with so many thoughts going on
in my head. With my eyes shut
and thinking of what I want, my
desire is to know you more and
to have a closer relationship;
closer than what is there already.
Its times like these when you realise
who matters the most. You matter
to me, so much more than I had
already known. All along, You were
here and, from the get-go, You were
there. Come now; make it real to me.
More real than how I already know.

This is what I long to tell you and this
is the part I keep hidden from the world.
They don't need to know but you do;
You already know, you can already tell
whats going on. I have no choice in the
matter but to communicate it to you as
I should, so I should. Yes, I should.
As you sit down next to me, there's
no-one else I'd rather be next to. No-one
else I'd rather talk to Nobody else I could
share all this business with. Nowhere else
I could turn to with the luggage I need to
unload. Nothing else in this world would
make me feel better than to know you
hear every word I say.

When all is said and done, I will walk
away with a weight lifted off my shoulders
and I will turn to look towards the future days
that lie ahead of me. I will stand firm and
be hapy with how you make me new again;
no wonder everyone that turns to look stands
in awe and amazement. Throughout the rest
of my days, I want to walk by your side and
for you to watch out for me. I know you have
done already but the end is nowhere near.
My trust is in your hands; you will treat it
well and manage it without abuse. What
happens now will be perfect and the way
you want it. That's all that matters to me.

Wednesday, 10 December 2008

Three new poems - hot off the press! 10/12/08 (part 3)

BENEDICTION

Christ be with his people - the young and the old,
Christ be with the world - their story still to be told;
Christ be on the journey home - his mercies I will take,
Christ be in my heart today - his praises I will make.

God be in the industry - to keep my living strong,
God be in the social scene - prevent me from all wrong;
God be in my house tonight - His presence: let it flow!
God be in His house tonight - and let his kingdom grow.

Amen

Three new poems - hot off the press! 10/12/08 (part 2)

COMING HOME

Off I go to pastures green,
for the best is yet to come.
I'll be sorry to leave you
all behind, but it appears me
work is done. I'll save you
a spot next to me when you
get here later on. But now,
I must bid you farewell, with
the setting of the Son.

My maker called me here today
and I feel in better shape;
the promised land - at last,
I'm home and now I see
my dad! He picked my
number up this morning, so
I could make my way home.
For all the world, and all
its people, be still - the battle
is won.

I served a saviour immortal
and now I'll serve him more.
To be home with Him is such
a joy; I remember being taught
this when I was a boy. My own kids
I taught the same to them and
look how well they turned. When
you come home, I'll make sure none
of yout bridges there are burned.

Three new poems - hot off the press! 10/12/08 (part 1)

BEATUIFUL GRACE

The beauty of His grace is
something I can see but not
something I'm able to touch.
It drops like a bolt out of the
blue; it commands with an all-too
familiar iron-will. It draws me
nearer with the movement of
His spirit.

The beauty of His grace is
never too far away, wherever I
may go. It covers me with an
awesome presence. It looks at me
and makes me nervous. Its
different and fresh, yet comforting
and pushes my senses. I want some
for myself.

The beauty of His grace is
like the season of winter: whenever
cold and feeling low, a slice of
the cake - a word from the mouth -
becomes my blanket and the core
of my happiness. In the days that
lie ahead, I give my grace back to the
Lord, for His renewal.

The beauty of His grace is
friendly and approachable. Its
inviting and settling, I want some
for myself, but there's plenty to
go around. Never in a lifetime
does His grace compare to anything
else; its beauty only matures
and sustains.

The beauty of His grace is
the last thing I hear before
my slumber. Oh sweet disturbance,
I will not complain, for it is a
reassurance of its presence. Move
with me, beautiful grace; remain
in my life and be fruitful now
and forever.

Thursday, 4 December 2008

Youth Band devotions, 8/12/08 - Isaiah 9:2-3, 6-7

"The people walking in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of the shadow of death a light has dawned. You have enlarged the nation and increased their joy; they rejoice before you as people rejoice at the harvest, as men rejoice when dividing the plunder. For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace...
Of the increase of his government and peace there will be no end. He will reign on David's throne and over his kingdom, establishing and upholding it with justice and righteousness from that time on and forever. The zeal of the LORD Almighty will accomplish this."

Last Christmas' Marks and Spencers advert on the television has the tagline and theme song to it of "the most wonderful time of the year"! By doing this, the company were obviously promoting the more commercial side of the festive season.

For children, Christmas really is the most wonderful time of the year, as they experience the excitement of receiving presents, the legend of Santa, time off school, building snowmen, and so on. For others, its not quite as wonderful. The amount of shopping that needs done, the food to get in for the dinner, the travel mileage that builds up from all the visits to do....the busyness level all adds up.

In the Salvation Army, we seem to be constantly on the go with carolling every night of the week; we have weekends without weekends; a lot of us end up cold and tired, maybe even ill!

Christmas is different for everyone. For some, its far from wonderful, almost to the extent where there's an emptiness or darkness in life.

"For to us a child is born, to us a son is given,...and he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace... "

In the buzz and amongst the hussle and bussle, lets be thankful and meditate on who and what really came from Christmas - the baby that was born in the manger. As verse two points out, "The people walking in darkness have seen a great light..." Regardless of what the festive season is to us and to who we minister to, "a light HAS dawned" friends!

And then ask yourself the following:

"Who is he in yonder stall,
At whose feet the shepherds fall?

Who is he on yonder tree
Dies in grief and agony?

Who is he who from the grace
Comes to succour, help and save?

'Tis the Lord! O wondrous story,
'Tis the Lord, the King of Glory!
At his feet we humbly fall,
Crown him, crown him Lord of all!"

And that my friends is truly wonderful; although its just for this time of year, is it? Its for eternity. I'll leave that with you.

dw :)

Monday, 1 December 2008

Luke 1:8-13a - "Don't be afraid...your prayer has been heard"

"And it came to pass, that while he executed the priest's office before God in the order of his course, according to the custom of the priest's office, his lot was to burn incense when he went into the temple of the Lord. And the whole multitude of the people were praying without at the time of incense. And there appeared unto him an angel of the Lord standing on the right side of the altar of incense. And when Zacharias saw him, he was troubled, and fear fell upon him. But the angel said unto him, Fear not, Zacharias: for thy prayer is heard;.."

Picture this:

You're having a hard time with your faith. You're wanting to get a move-on in life, in a direction which you feel makes sense - and it doesn't seem to be happening. At all.

Zechariah was a priest (in Biblical times), whom along with his wife Elizabeth wanted a child, however the two of them were elderly. Heartbreaking as you can imagine; they were devout to their religion and followed it faithfully, through and through.

And one day he goes to God's house to carry out his 'duty', his role which has been placed upon him. While he's doing his job, there's an angel standing in front of him.

Think about going down to the church hall for band practice and the past couple of days you've had have been lousyl the worst of the wotst. So you get out your instrument, you start warming it up, you sit down in your seat, ready to play a tune and then you look to your right....and do a double-take - AAHHHH!!!

There's an angel standing next to you. (And we're not talking about looking in the mirror here, by the way!)

How would you feel about that? You would probably be ready for the funny farm! After having a bad week, this is more than likely going to tip you over the edge.

But then the angel speaks - and he, or she, calmly says, "Don't worry - God has heard your prayer. He hears what's going on. Chill."

One of the things about church is we don't always come with great expectations, maybe we can be a bit cynical, but when you least expect it - just when you thing it couldn't get any worse....it doesn't; because the Spirit speaks and moves and acts upon your prayer.

And, like He did with Zecharia (by giving him a son in the form of John The Baptist), I pray His blessings on what your troubles are this evening. For he has everything in hand.

God bless you.

dw :)