Change

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Change
The good, the bad,
the beautiful, and the ugly
in the broken mirror of time
all staring back at me.
When Earth first given birth,
a world of wonder and beauty
it was … good.
Should be, could be.
The Spirit challenges me
. . . “CHANGE”.

Saddled upon a vortex
of unbridled chaos,
riding a well worn trail
of privilege and pretence,
where someone is building
a great big fence
upon a mirage of waste.
Loving kindness?
Not a taste!
Where the accusations
and abuse
are just too intense.
Mankind in the frame.
A slave in the chains
of brother Cain.
Have you been sharpening
your balistic aim
at the Rifle Range
of Verbal Exchange?
At times it seems,
the more things change,
deep at the core,
just more of the same.

Sticks and stones.
Dogged by a name
in the valley of dry bones.
Whispers,
from the black dog of shame,
that eats into your brain.
Do you know
what you’re here for?
Nature or Nurture?
No need to be tame.
Do you know who
you’re up against?
Is life just a game?
Has the cold of this world
left you frozen?
Boxed in ice
by the twist
of a personality test?
And all the circumstance
of random chance?
Have you been listening
to all those
beautiful lies
from Lucy in the Skies
without a good explanation?
With fear and trembling
and destination uncertain
plug into the Holy Mainframe
with mindful meditation
before the final curtain.
How long can heaven wait
… for change?

Taking a fateful risk
in a petri dish
of uselessness.
This culture
of fruitlessness
The selfie and
the selfless,
the young and
the restless,
caught in between a scene
of the spirited mean
the P.C. aggressive
and the proselytising
atheist posing as
a celebrity scientist
… What next!
A virus downloaded
by the click of a tongue
and the flick of a wrist.
In need
of a Life Strategist?
Better make it
a real good one!
Have you had the jab
of supernatural
resistance?
Is it time
for a celestial fix?
Is it time
for you to
flick the switch?
When life brings you
to the ledge,
and you’re walking
along the edge,
you’ll get to the point
… of change.

The haughty,
the naughty,
and the nice …
the would be,
the could be,
could we all be
pirouetting
in a fools paradise?
Caught in the trance
of a downhill dance?
Humanity loaded down
by a virtual reality?
A void devoid of any
humble humility?
To avoid all thoughts
of mortality
… temporarily.
Don’t be checked mate
by force feeding
the Hand of Fate.
Are you punching
below your weight?
Like the bully
in a spate of hate?
While there’s life,
where there is love,
it is never too late
… for change.

The true power
and the divine passion
always seems to be
under the hammer
of persecution?
The power of expression,
the power of love
reduced to an emoji!
Through the smoke
and the mirrors
of social media
where dysmorphia
is in fashion,
trending with vengeful
humiliation,
and blocking
the Mainframe.
What place better
for the construction
of a new & improved
persona?
Is that who you truly are?
Is that where you’re at
… Dans le noir ?
You have already
the sweet loving ability,
imbued with nobility.
Made in the Image.
Just don’t shoot
the messenger,
or his deputy!
No need for false
cyber imagery.
Are you longing
to break IT free?
Inevitability,
the Justice of Poetry
in motion,
on this cosmic fluid ocean,
catches up with all at sea.
Some things are certain.
True change,
upon the runway of life
… just waiting to happen.

The fast and the furious,
the Slow and the Curious,
desperately seeking
a code for the road
written with compassion.
In the algorithm
of purpose,
A promise virtuous;
You’ll never be the same,
in Jesus’ name,
after a cold shower,
a hot shot of truth,
and some warm love
Likewise, like a dove,
lifting you above
all the family feud
of a tribal blame game.
… Be altitude blessed.
Upwardly mobile,
in righteous style,
with a lingering taste
of divine substance.
Not a loser, a failure,
nor a sinner.
In Christ,
a redeemed winner.
With the mother
of all makeovers.
Invited for dinner,
to the banquet
to mark the end
of this world’s
broken racquet.
To be found
sound of mind,
through the central server
of the profound,
on the Eternal Mainframe.
Rerouted for gain,
through all the pain,
to begin again,
with a decision
. . . to change.

The high
and the mighty,
the sick and the lame,
to the One for all
are we all made the same?
Weighing the measure
children of Light
made heavy duty.
Counting the cost
of misplaced treasure,
with downcast eyes,
“Lord God,
please forgive me …”
To be, or not to be,
one of a kind?
Rebooting the mind,
whilst the truth
is within range.
With a world of strange
to rearrange.
Or am I playing it safe
in a familiar place?
Am I daring to embrace
with full grace
… the winds of change?

Has the Temptress
of Tarot
left you to beg,
steal, and borrow?
Has your stone circle
and your rock of crystal
lost their sparkle?
Has the millstone
around your neck
come full circle?
Is it written
in the stars
or upon the red sands
of Mars?
A tongue to chastise
and freely criticise?
From a wasted place
of disgrace
the bruises and scars
of a thousand lies.
Are you fitting in
nicely with the best
of the rest
on the red carpet,
right next to
the celebrity entrance?
Big business,
show business
and Miss Universal entrants
all strutting the catwalk
of political correctness.
Are you gagging at the
Vomitorium of Sameness?
Are you chomping
at the bit
where the opium
of the masses
will get you elected
to high office?
And where Gladiators
of the Rock Age
are making
a final appearance.
The Palace of Privilege
raving to the sounds
of Mr. Hendrix
and his Experience.
Raging against the Queen
of a Stone Age Pub Test.
Best to resist,
cease & desist,
that Kool-Aid Acid Test.
Are you on a slide
just outside
the Cathedral
of Eternal Bliss?
Baby, it’s gotta
come from the inside,
not from somebody
or something else.
Are your stocks
taking a loss
at the Shock Exchange
of Strife?
Need an honest broker
to divest and reinvest
your portfolio of life?
Is it possible
to rearrange?
In a splurge to purge
are you dry reaching
… for Change?

With all
the ugliness of greed,
the never ending need
to at all costs succeed,
the screaming hassles
of abstract divisions,
and angry explosions
seemingly streaming rife,
are you in need of
some peaceful rest?
To breathe
the breath of life?
Sick and tired
of a wild goose chase?
There is a place
of mercy and grace
Do you know the address?
Faith to be found
within that inner place,
where peace of mind
is the prize.
Do I have
the necessary gear
to stare down
hatred and fear
right between the eyes?
Or am I resuming
the grooming
of a false assumption?
Do I have
the God given gumption
for reconstruction?
To be torn down
from the rooftop
of easy seduction,
down to the foundation?
Regeneration,
as the Phoenix rises
from yesterday’s ashes,
to a never ending
Love Dimension.
A fair exchange
for those willing
… to change.

The bully
and the blameless,
the greedy
and the shameless,
all searching the breach.
Attempting to reach
the substance
of eternal magnificence.
To find true significance.
Without the sorcery
of abusive substance.
It’s gotta come
from the inside,
not from somebody
or something else.
Forsaken and taken
on a guilt trip
to the beach
by some practitioner
of the big preach.
With fine speech
for your wallet to reach.
The real deal in Christ,
not a counterfeit,
not a token,
but with the pure,
truer Word ever spoken.
Turning your eyes
towards Him,
to interface
with mercy and grace.
To find the divine
in that mindful place
… Kingdom within.
You are a coin
of the heavenly realm,
stamped and minted
with the image of the King.
Brother, can you spare
… some change?

Are you waiting
for a sign
to know ahead of time
what’s going down?
Are you climbing up
the wrong ladder?
A stranger danger
pointing a finger
to a place
you just don’t belong?
Or some leader new
singing the same old song?
To make a follower of you,
and blind you
to what is right
and what is wrong?
To keep you
from the light.
And perhaps,
bound and gagged,
to string you along?
When change hits
the big fan
we’ll see who’s got
the better plan.
The body and soul of Man
covered in wounds
inflicted by
the ceaseless tongues
of false prophets.
All now left for dust
rotting in their tombs
whilst sleeping restlessly
with dark spirits.
What would those
celebrity atheists
know of this?
Yet they’re still
willing to preach to us!
What would I know of this?
I was salvaged
from a sea of garbage
by the One they say
doesn’t even exist.
Apart from deals dirty,
superstitious
flights of fancy,
with all those
ridiculous and religious
doctrines of fantasy
and the strange,
couldn’t you use
a real loving friend
… just for a change?

Some say,
the Hand of Fate
having written,
moves on.
I believe
a free hand is given
to all God’s children.
To write their own
sacred song.
At times,
against the headwinds,
you need sing it loud,
and sing it strong.
Against an enemy
who tries
with crimes of design
to terrorise you
into just playing along.
So lift your eyes
and harmonise
with a Leader True.
Who will see you right
in the light,
and won’t steer you wrong.
In a world of reaction
could you use some
remedial action?
Whilst your piece
is on the board
and still in motion,
do you need
some locomotion
for cutting through
all the commotion?
To realign with the
Right and Royal Kingdom.
Where souls
are made whole
and unfrozen.
Where the curse
of all lies is broken.
Like gone and forgotten.
In Truth, with all proof,
may the true you,
now and forever, be spoken.
As light through the prism
… of Change.

Words & Image:
~ david redpath © 2018

12 thoughts on “Change”

      1. I just like to keep my eyes, and mind open.
        I feel the “Wisdom of Age” is an undeserved privilege
        after fully exploring the freedom to rage.
        And to share,
        even if no one is listening.
        ~ Thanks again Rita

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  1. This is a truly great poem, David.
    A nice summing up of the follies of the age in which we live.
    Between the realm of illusion that is this world of cyberspace and social media that humanity has created for itself and the True Reality that is to be found in Christ.

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    1. I went out on Lower
      Broadway and I felt that
      place within,
      That hollow place where
      martyrs weep and angels
      play with sin.
      ~ Bob Dylan (Dirge)

      Thanks Chris.
      I must confess,
      whilst writing this
      I was riding the rapids,
      upon a grand promise
      of eternal bliss.

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  2. I am hooked on your poetry.
    It inspires me.
    Such a deep take on everything.
    I live these lines from your poem:
    ”a free hand is given to all God’s children.
    To write their own sacred song..”
    Yes, and we all try to sing our own sacred song.
    Thankyou for your poetry

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      1. Oh bless you David.
        Thank you so much.
        I do love the cutting edge to your poetry,
        that slices through hypocrisy to the real
        truth within. Kudos

        Liked by 1 person

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