THE SEEKER AND BEAUTY UNTOLD

It is the soul of the faith

An ambassador’s honour

A soldier’s cause and a martyr’s tale

The best of news for society’s rum

And the eureka of her cream

A rooftop’s tale, told by the stairs

Freely received, often sold for money

The bleeding heart of a giver

The fugitive is loved

Pardon has been given

A life lived, judgement deserved

Death by crucifixion, two for company!

A groaning saviour? Or a mock king?

A forlorn wish and a surprise reply

Paradise today, not tomorrow!

Bleeding hearts or a battered mind

An infirm body or an abused one

A prodigal son and a waiting daddy

Breaking news; the seeker is sought!

Paradise today, not tomorrow!

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THE HOUND OF HEAVEN

I fled Him, down the nights and down the days;
  I fled Him, down the arches of the years;
I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways
  Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears
I hid from Him, and under running laughter.
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Halts by me that footfall;
  Is my gloom, after all,
Shade of His hand, outstreched caressingly?
  "Ah, fondest, blindest, weakest,
  I am He Whom thou seekest!
Thou dravest love from thee, who dravest Me."

Francis Thompson (1859-1907)

Socrates was wrong

One needn’t tell the whole story
And I wouldn’t try
What rocks discuss at lunch
Socrates called nonsense
A man’s musings on paper
We call a ballad
It was a day for both
I actually heard them
The rocks I mean
There were four of them
What is he doing on top of big head?
The other asked,
The answers were plenty!
Socrates was probably right.
In truth this ballad had my attention
Didn’t plan to though
Certainly not the typing
A noisy evening it was
noisy for meaningful thought
Lovely setting though
But not for a lone figure
It was three of us that came
But three was a crowd
The rocks didn’t appear to mind me
So I asked for a seat
Until then at least!
Best place for thoughts; M park
Silence spoke volume
Swelling possibilities
one thought changes everything
Everything but the rocks
A hard tale to tale
A heart’s tale
Felt with few words
But then I learnt the ton
The tale of the rocks
They would be always there
Best to write once the lesson is learnt
So I penned the tale
The tale of the rocks
Some things never change
My day’s lesson
“Let’s go now”; said my friends
I gasped at their sound
No, not my friends. the rocks
It came in whispers,
Some keywords struck;
“H-complex” ,“cytokines” “co-modulators”
He chose the wrong object, Socrates I mean
No, not amongst rocks
Some things never change
Some people do
The rocks tale.
Socrates wasn’t right