Dawn

Restful calm,

Sunstreaked balm,

Flimsy curtained bright,

Promises of hours ahead, being blessed and filled with light.

Silent occupation, intruding far-off sounds,

Words that flow on paper, as heart so faintly pounds.

Dedicated time, invocation to the host,

Prayerful meditation, no pride or senseless boast.

Solace in the silence; to God, a joyous toast,

Blessed be light, encroaching – filling heart, the most.

Minutes tick so slowly, while dawn ensures no harm.

True Is True

Truth is truth,

Say what you will,

Ancient wisdom

Conquers still.

The relative

And absolute

Will still remain

When all is moot.

 

Epochs pass

And eras too

Yet light remains

For true is true.

 

Knowledge withers

Like the tree

The beasts that roam

And you and me.

Lands may shift

And mountains fall

Valleys form

New creatures call.

 

Epochs pass

And eras too

Yet light remains

For true is true.

 

Evolving world

To understand

Histories told

Each time, each land.

Records show

A changing face

Where is the constant

In this race?

 

Epochs pass

And eras too

Yet light remains

For true is true.

 

A mighty bang,

Exploding mass,

Expanding universe

To last?

One short journey

Here we have.

Fulsome earth

And constant birth.

 

Epochs pass

And eras too

Yet light remains

For true is true.

 

Creation hand,

A bolt of light,

Separating

Day from night.

A dusty passing,

This life lost,

A radiant glow

A new life host.

 

Epochs pass

And eras too

Yet, light remains

For true is true.

Losing the Light

Eyes dimming and fading

To joy.

Illumination diminished.

Darkness creeping across corneas

Blurring edges and long sight,

Short vision.

Looking inwards

Wanting and failing.

Pushing back blackness

Try to hold the light

Perception or procedure

Too tired to think.

Sleep awaits the doubts

And despair

Sleep away.

Sleep.

(30-11-06)