This Rest

Sweet the moments

Immersed in heaven

Constant praise

This love

So much within

This rest

Joy released

Constant grace

Fire and Air

Today

I pierce the world’s skin

Crimson coloured fluid

Oozed from giant wounds

Our spirits

Danced in livid rage

Blood anointed scared knives

Clashed

Our skin is icy

Violet crystal within the veil

The wound

The silence

The wretchedness

The desolation

In the place of death

At the heart of legend

I will say nothing

As voices fail

And grace is shared

And come to live with us.

(Today, if you will hear His voice, do not harden your hearts as in the rebellion) – Hebrews 3:15

The Foolish Man

No time to stand still

Brick upon brick

In the worst possible place

In the calm before the storm

Freedom

Visions of growing old

Outside

Swathes of water

On the roof, shining

Creak of wood

Pounding

Heavy as stone

Anger

Rage

The little word

Never had time

To stand

To age

To resist

And after the rain

The sky is clear.

My heart is made of stone.

My name is chalked upon the rock.

Written for Poets United (Susan’s prompt of foolishness) but also works with Mary’s prompt of time at Poetry Jam

(But anyone who hears my teaching and doesn’t obey it is foolish, like a person who builds a house on sand. When the rains and floods come and the winds beat against that house, it will collapse with a mighty crash. – Matthew 7 v 26-27).