I want to describe it. I really do.
The sounds that carry me Off to distant shore and memory How to see with the photographer’s eyes The bland pebbles hewn in a million dyes The richness of creation. The songs that could be made Psychological analyses gained Budding friendships and stronger relationships Rapport and laughter, Beauty captured in a screen, treasured forever after…
That is, what you could see, at least, at a glance. But I’ll go on.
Tendrils of glory, an encouragement during one’s story, The astounding complexity Each thing it’s very own treasury. The well trodden paths in speech & tongue Yet a new life each moment, a new idea rung And what vast history, A feast for poetic voracity.
Yet those sounds ebb ever closer, Closer and closer they draw, Swallowing the millions, Challenging us to think What is it all for? Why were we born? Meaningless questions, a sad sad poetic obsession, Those million asked the same and what good did it gain But our era’s error is to ignore such terror There is a time under the sun for all that once begun But perhaps when thinking too big you no longer notice what matters The small interactions, the joy in meaningless chatter The playful shove, the smile in an eye And it was oh so close, Then something happens,
And it stills my prose.
You know what I’m talking about I know I’m not alone The sickness I swallow, The sweet poison I delicately sip.
Yet when we trade fun and love for despair we trade our life to die We do have true hope, a saviour in Christ
Never again shall I waste such gift and goodness, In the the neurotic mind of a demons madness The chaos and strife, fighting for deathly life The cruel smile in horror’s crown A nation captured by sensation Circular thoughts always fighting for conclusion Laughter and scorn hiding a bonding thorn Waiting to cut yet looking for more Let’s laugh and enjoy such wonderful song A crude note here makes a jollier throng What cause, what cause, have thy to cry Be merry and sing, let the poison sink in A madness, and dismissal for anything so terribly abysmal.
They cry in my mind “Why ruin the mood, is it not you who are crude? You try write in a few lines our entire lives Are you idiotic, or so heartless you do not see we try?”
Yet I did not mean to talk of you, I promise that’s true. I love the peace of an evening breeze The sweet talk of friends at ease The buildings bronzed till golden In the warmth of a winter’s morning Okay I mean the contrast, the uniqueness The strength and joy despite bleakness We live, yes we die, but we live knowing it nigh We smile, laugh and dance in our well trodden path No, I fear it is not you I hate, Not you on which I am tempted to dismay
It is sin, and sadness in the knowledge of our badness We are broken and break, we move to the beat of satan’s plays There is pain and sadness in our very own madness That we choose what is not good That we choose to reject that from which it was made
But how much do we know How much do we choose Again! It is not you, I try my best to not include
Yet at which point is a ship no longer the same ship Why is it we need new hearts, a new relationship, a new start We destroy and we create, we play and exclaim In the joyous fray we make our day. In empty plays Satan taints our ways.
There is so much missing, So much not expressed Truth and poetry makes a poor man’s conclusion So many words and so much left to exclusion Yet how could I not say, How could I not try, And I told you!
I want to describe it. I really do.
What Jesus Christ has done… For me and for you. Yes, you and I but why be flippant A greater joy is thy, thy what? well everything The stars and the galaxies Sweetest watermelon and smallest ant The cradle in which a new baby laughs Yes - it is corrupted. but think how much is left??? How much is given, a promise made afresh In the coldness of night we can still see starlight The moon a reminder of oneday our tomb The box we shall leap from, the morning to be truly glad! As we look to Jesus, as we embrace our true Dad. A Father and friend, forever and yet again A new heavens, a new heart, all the good but from the start So we smile in our lack, in our gift we have to share So even when others do not care We know of One who does, Who loves us despite, Who even in our bitterest spite Died to wash us bright.
So I smile and laugh despite our crude ways and joyous path. It is wonderful to know, Such as those He died for as well. Those made in His image And His wonderful creation, Even though fell.
So we praise Your Name, And we sing Your glory. This is most certainly not The end of the story.