Letter from Australia

How deafening the waiting silence!
Anxiety the cold substitute for comfort warm
Worry the kin long-lost; unwelcomingly found
Will the auld enemy once again draw near?

Perish the thought! for Thou art in a better place
Perfection is such vanity; Desire doth it ruin so
For such wonders greet Thee should Thou seeketh them not
Or would Thou let Pretense steal what the heart knoweth?

Ode to the Contrarian One

You bless those whom men curse
You soccour those whom men shun
You humble those whome men exalt
You ridicule those whom men proclaim

You rest while men aimlessly toil
You work while men heartlessly sleep
You hide yourself from men who claim deity
You love whoever men love to hate

How mysterious are Your ways, O Lord
How perfect Your loving nature

Bright Lights, Small City

Neon lights glitter through the night;
Ugly eyesores during the day
Crowds throng amidst the sounds of profit;
Buried losses within the grieving soul

Promises unkept, yet unproven to be broken
Chants of polite welcome mask simmering unease
The foundation stone, from fissures become
Pebbles scattered asunder once the first crack manifests

The Young One

This Newness is but Oldness reborn
Falsehood clothed in Goodness's fashion
A vulture nesting with sparrows
Eden, barren may be thy fate, yet we shall fear not!

Night must befall to herald Darkness's reign
As the fawns stumble through the smothering bog
Surely the Sun will return with Her nourishing rays
Of warmth genuine and light divine!

Foolish one! Have you not yet realised?
Time passes with each second
Would you yet stand still?
What lo, behold, he lies prostrate

Before these lifeless forms of
Wood, murdered in the past age
From the Southern forest that
Flourished then, but today sighs and weeps

In sorrowful regret of
Providence so churlishly spurned
Blessings fallen like leaves in the
Ocean; never to return to these shores