Global economies to manage,
Births and deaths worldwide to keep track of,
Starving or undernourished multitudes to feed,
Hurricanes, earthquakes and conflicts around the world to respond to:
With so much for God to worry about,
I wouldn't be surprised if He's been too busy
To open the file on His 'IN' tray marked 'Prayers Received'
And find amongst the millions of entries
The one bearing my name.
Sunday, 6 May 2012
Tuesday, 1 May 2012
4th July 2009
Give thanks to the Lord
For the air we breathe upon waking up each day,
For the food that fills the hunger in our bellies,
For the jobs we have that pays our bills,
Fo the roofs over our heads,
For the water that flows every time we turn on the tap,
For the legs that move every time we walk,
For the eyes that see every time we open them,
For bringing us home safely at the end of the day,
For the peace and tranquility enjoyed throughout the land,
For everything we otherwise take for granted
And truly appreciate only when we have them no more.
For the air we breathe upon waking up each day,
For the food that fills the hunger in our bellies,
For the jobs we have that pays our bills,
Fo the roofs over our heads,
For the water that flows every time we turn on the tap,
For the legs that move every time we walk,
For the eyes that see every time we open them,
For bringing us home safely at the end of the day,
For the peace and tranquility enjoyed throughout the land,
For everything we otherwise take for granted
And truly appreciate only when we have them no more.
16th June 2009 - II
What are we if not pawns on a giant chessboard
To be moved about as pleased
And even sacrificed if necessary
As suits the game plan or battle strategy
And when comes the time,
Eventually retired or replaced
The day the council elders grow tired and weary
Of playing the same old game with the same old chess pieces
Day in, day out,
Where a single day lasts a lifetime,
It is believed,
And where a week equals seven earthly generations,
It is also believed.
To be moved about as pleased
And even sacrificed if necessary
As suits the game plan or battle strategy
And when comes the time,
Eventually retired or replaced
The day the council elders grow tired and weary
Of playing the same old game with the same old chess pieces
Day in, day out,
Where a single day lasts a lifetime,
It is believed,
And where a week equals seven earthly generations,
It is also believed.
16th June 2009 - I
What a terrible thing is food
For the fuel it was intended to be
Has now become my lord and master
At whose tyrannical mercy am I
From morning till night till morning again
But if it's the engine that's really at the heart of the problem
It's the engine then that needs looking into
Rather than the fuel be faulted
In which case a new fuel source would be needed
And for which a new fuel-compatible engine would be required
As has been achieved by some of the world's major car manufacturers today
In view of a petroleum-depleted world some time tomorrow.
For the fuel it was intended to be
Has now become my lord and master
At whose tyrannical mercy am I
From morning till night till morning again
But if it's the engine that's really at the heart of the problem
It's the engine then that needs looking into
Rather than the fuel be faulted
In which case a new fuel source would be needed
And for which a new fuel-compatible engine would be required
As has been achieved by some of the world's major car manufacturers today
In view of a petroleum-depleted world some time tomorrow.
Sunday, 29 April 2012
31st May 2009
Heaven has moved house, leaving behind no forwarding address,
Answering no calls, leaving us to fend for ourselves amongst the wolves
We've been thrown to in the darkness of a night that has little hope
Of welcoming the dawn of a new tomorrow.
Heaven has abandoned us like wounded soldiers on a battlefield,
Leaving us to face the onslaught of a relentless foe
Systematically mopping up pockets of resistance whose only hope of salvation
Had been as bright as the setting sun many sunsets ago.
Heaven has abandoned us like shipwrecked sailors on a raft in stormy seas,
Leaving us to battle lashing winds and pounding waves on our own
With only the skin on our backs and sweat on our faces
And prayers answered by the fury of an unforgiving storm.
Answering no calls, leaving us to fend for ourselves amongst the wolves
We've been thrown to in the darkness of a night that has little hope
Of welcoming the dawn of a new tomorrow.
Heaven has abandoned us like wounded soldiers on a battlefield,
Leaving us to face the onslaught of a relentless foe
Systematically mopping up pockets of resistance whose only hope of salvation
Had been as bright as the setting sun many sunsets ago.
Heaven has abandoned us like shipwrecked sailors on a raft in stormy seas,
Leaving us to battle lashing winds and pounding waves on our own
With only the skin on our backs and sweat on our faces
And prayers answered by the fury of an unforgiving storm.
16th May 2009
What does God want from me?
He's taken away the strength I once possessed
That resided in my bones, mind and spirit
With a blood clot of a bullet to the heart,
Figuratively-speaking.
The size twenty-seven trousers I used to wear
Have shrunk by a few sizes too small
And my eyes were on their way to becoming tiny slits
Peeking out from the flabbiness of a bloated face,
Pessimistically-speaking.
The nine-to-five job I used to have
Has slipped two months away from my grasp
And the longer I take to get my strength back
The further away slips the financial stability it represents,
Realistically-speaking.
The cancer sticks I used to smoke
No longer blacken my lungs
Nor do they stimulate my brain cells any more either
But better a sluggish mind than poisoned lungs I suppose,
Medically-speaking.
He's taken away the strength I once possessed
That resided in my bones, mind and spirit
With a blood clot of a bullet to the heart,
Figuratively-speaking.
The size twenty-seven trousers I used to wear
Have shrunk by a few sizes too small
And my eyes were on their way to becoming tiny slits
Peeking out from the flabbiness of a bloated face,
Pessimistically-speaking.
The nine-to-five job I used to have
Has slipped two months away from my grasp
And the longer I take to get my strength back
The further away slips the financial stability it represents,
Realistically-speaking.
The cancer sticks I used to smoke
No longer blacken my lungs
Nor do they stimulate my brain cells any more either
But better a sluggish mind than poisoned lungs I suppose,
Medically-speaking.
12th March 2009
An uncompleted section of a flyover
Offers protection from the pouring rain
For motorcyclists in no hurry
To reach the next destination.
An iron-gray sky promises more rain
At least for the next hour or so
And the nearest zero-traffic toilet is miles away.
More urgent is needing to return to the office
To finish unfinished business
Eventhough it's after five
As underscored by people heading home
Or the nearest pub
Or who knows where
In tandem with the way the dice rolled for them
In the game of life.
Remind me to have mine tested,
The next chance I get,
For magnetic hanky-panky.
Offers protection from the pouring rain
For motorcyclists in no hurry
To reach the next destination.
An iron-gray sky promises more rain
At least for the next hour or so
And the nearest zero-traffic toilet is miles away.
More urgent is needing to return to the office
To finish unfinished business
Eventhough it's after five
As underscored by people heading home
Or the nearest pub
Or who knows where
In tandem with the way the dice rolled for them
In the game of life.
Remind me to have mine tested,
The next chance I get,
For magnetic hanky-panky.
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