And comes a snow white blanket dawn around the Garnock way across the darkened thoughts of man a Love at break of day And o´er the bogs and hills there´s ice the cows they gently cower a voice says “Man with all your cares be still for just an hour” The darkened views of waning health exchanged for winter cheer the snow reflects a gentle calm upon the town so dear And on the braes the deer are seen walking proudly by no man can touch their safety now upon their mountain high Upon the tombs of rested men lies layers of icy sense reflecting that the One great Mind preserves their innocence O the Love that comes to Man and all that went before with coal fires, spades and gas lamplight the steel work furnace roared Now with vision double glazed with houses big and warm we still declare it's not enough to get us through the morn Demanding more at every turn it gently takes us higher looking towards a Higher sense than simply vain desire
And what of Love? Poem
And what of Love?
And what of Love in brightest days
With illumined lofty shafts
And brings provision, gives us air,
To work our human crafts.
And heightened strains so sweet and low.
Upon the leaves and trees.
And brightens every young man’s heart from sickness and disease.
And on it’s wings white feathers seen
Of purity and graces
Rising higher in our thoughts.
From darkened mortal places.
And where it dwells upon the heart
With joyful power and praise.
We look to it to guide us home.
In every human way.
Poem: The Stranger
Why search upon the mines of time Both future and the past Why cry with bitter tearful eyes For paradises lost? What find ye in the darkest caves In shafts of darkened thoughts Where fears of death and earthly work Become your only lot? And as the loom of human mind Does weave its saddened thoughts There comes a Stranger to our sphere A message he has brought And with his lamplight on the walls The shadows are displaced No more the fears of darkened years Our minds do penetrate A light of Everlasting Laws Eternal, sweet and strong Daily shines into our thoughts Transforming right from wrong And as we learn to trust his Light In daily paths we tread We leave the world of shadowed dreams For "God with us" instead When we leave the world of dreams Like Angel's rising thoughts Glimpses of Divinity and Holiness are caught Caverns full of blackened coal No more dark and cruel Are stars upon infinite skies As sparkling shining jewels
Paisley Abbey New Minister Installation October 2021
A poem for the Installation of the New Minister Elspeth McKay.
The first Abess in Cloister´s grove, forcing change as Love demands
The poisoned chalice passed in sight, yet Love demands she does not drink.Continue reading “Paisley Abbey New Minister Installation October 2021”
Rain at Jock’s Burn, Kibirnie
(John 5: The Pool of Bethesda)
An angel clad in white winged robes with hands upon the pool
A surge of water gushes forth, clear, transparent, cool
Children watch upon the bridge with raincoats, darkened caps
My mother calls me not to fear, the bridge’s missing slats
Like needles dropping in the stream, rain pierces to the ground
Raising thoughts in Children’ s minds with every plopping sound
And as the Angel, golf course walks, the clouds clear with his step
Revealing brighter thoughts for man with every place he treads
By Crawfurd’s castle, blue skies clear and children move away
Their raincoats filled with water still seem strange in Summer’s days
Shadows clear upon the fields and hope again appears
Within the showers, sunny glades where man has nought to fear
Long after Angels hands descend or sun upon Man’s dreams
Still the pool, it gushes forth pushing all upstream
And on the Minds of local men an Angel dares to tread
Stirring healing loving thoughts upon the dying bed.
Only with my mirror can I see your Blessed Hand
Never with my mind can I fully understand
Looking indirectly, jewels sparkle in the sand
Through a loving lens, I see there is no reprimand.
Remembering to forget the smaller personal mind
To search Infinitude where lives all mankind
Where Love reigns, where illness can’t reside
And swirls of Love keep flowing in open countryside.
Where acts are free and freedom acts in purest Liberty
No robes of gold nor Eucharist, locked away with iron key
No Abbeys, Monks or lofty towers for the world to see
A Gentle Love does fall upon the Mind of you and me.
Love reflecting Love like mirrors held in gold
And Joy of Joys of giving, without barriers so cold
And stories of Love travelling centuries of old
I open my mind today to let Love unfold.
Droplets of Love
Just like the rain on Garnock stream or dew on May’s fair morn
Or upon the Spider web in tombstones left forlorn
A gentle power of Love does fall on mills in Knoxville Road
And seen upon the smiling face of babes in their abode
Or random acts of kindness shown in finding mobile phones
Or helping older people walk on ice on Milton Road
Or in the eyes of little deer which run through open fields
In steel work sheds with gypsies´ beds and talks of business deals
Through different cables power runs to light the darker nights
Through different folk a gentle love expresses its own light
In every man a power shines from Place to Ladeside vale
Reflecting joy with sweet accord o’er mountain hill and dale