Clatter of Melbourne tram that brought me to this station – faded into the rattle n hum of the clanging lunchtime traffic – old, reliable and due to return again at any moment on its route.
Here it comes again, I remember it clearly – she had quietly finished all the smoothie to my surprise! Hughesy’s mug gleamed at us from advertising panel and so we went to see his standup well stocked by restaurant fare.
Number 96 went past the first and last time I told her I loved Star Trek… It carried with it chock full, the hopes and dreams for us and where we could travel – I knew there would be more to come.
Thanks Father, Mightiest of all – that you are the master, judge and peacemaker of my spirit, soul and body; heart, mind and strength.. I cry out to you today for mercy at work, when/if I stuff up; peace the whole day and joy at the end and throughout – for my associates & for me!
In Jesus name, let it be so.
I thank you, for ongoing labour/work – that every ounce I have be AS for serving you. May in doing and being so, may I not confuse a master with the Maker.
And Jesus, Prince of Peace – may your Kingdom Come.
Thank you; that you came as a baby born of one of flesh and spirit – like me… You are Emanuel.
That, because of this holy mystery I can look with eyes of faith on the contempt, ridicule and scorn – that so often confronts, debases and pulls me down…
… And that through the brokenness, imperfections, hurtful untruths and even unintentional failings of myself and others – WE – can see your work.
Intertwined with our efforts – bringing peace, making new, giving rest, balance and reward – the pace, for true success.
Day hunter; chasing the shadows with mysterious, joyful cunning
Bright flicker and rattle leaps – the wake is all that’s seen of your flight
Ivory claws; retracted yet something in me clings to your soul
Exotic, piercing marble gaze repels yet fascinates – a dangerous beauty
Patterns and nodes gyrating an ancient beat
Hidden beneath, swirling towards the light
Desperate yearning of years … tempered steel discipline
And on, years later; quests further –
That stubborn heart continued to bleed love;
Still seeking, drawing, welcoming – calling
Flash backs – looking up to empty hands
Hands of concern that had nothing to give;
Dusty pockets, worn eyes – driving him further
NOW – the little I knew of him — too much,
My eyes soften and heart feels the same
“Desperation’s Architect” I’ll call him ….
(RIP Jack Hely, Grandad)
Old lady with switch and hound offers the following;
on a passing, comment:
“You’ve just got to keep walking – if you stand still
they’ll find you! ”
That wasn’t the start of it – frustration of a moments
rest, they know that well.
Flick around and two roll off your tail with practiced,
Your heart beat rises and sunshine on dappled tree line
is blurred with focus.
Ok, I’ll beat these things, I’ll show them who’s boss – walking
calmly munching pie.
Sharp colours, jagged movements, silent deadly tracking
starves your breath.
Way to wreak a perfectly good journey – – those wicked
wasps of Woodend.
Not, a turtle dove…
not really all that fluffy, that; though, is their true nature
more of a polished stone
a ship in space or a rounded dome
not really a mystery yet … fantastic in glide and power,
my turtle dove.
Both, my friends is close –
the turtle & the dove like owl – above -evolutionary aggression,
drifting in great soothing arcs
soaring, almost questioning yet definitely
aloof above all the bustle, direction – not blown or blustered
my turtle dove
Both friends of belief and
yet stricken to anonymity by cousins of war
their brothers the snake,
and the hawk; give them the edge they need to win
the strength to strike
the bloodline to stalk and find prey
my turtle dove
May the black darkness of your life
be met by the loving, living drops of colour;
the splatter of crimson ….
(the rest only performed live 🙂