. . . or not long enough?
The Malingering
seven long months
convalescing
like some earth bound wraith
unwelcomed
upon consecrated ground
whilst circling the deepest abyss
of some malevolent virus
to which I had no resistance
hellbent on my imminent death
in my weakness
in the darkness
faith put to the test
with a living dose
of heavenly strength
yet marked by Cain, over and over again
. . . with enough blame to go around
in this religiously vicious tribal game.
complete within itself
the truth is simple
creation a kaleidoscope
exponential by nature
and endlessly ample
reality is a prism
for many a prison
in a wasteland of oppression
for some a revelation
given a sweet taste
of heavenly amplification
wisdom bestowing
upon a journey
with love growing
in the discovering
the treasure of pleasure
in the giving
and the receiving
I am the RED MO 🔴
from El Morito
You may call me EL MO ♥️
She is ELLA MO
the Blue Monster mascot 🔵
for Team Oreo ™
My beloved fellow furry 💙
and loving Moffur
of our yellow fur baby 🐶
I just love the way 💞
she devours me 💋
like a chocolate chip cookie 🍪
“Whoever shuts their ears to the cry of the
poor will also cry out and not be answered.”
~ King David
To know what Love is
with just a glimpse
through a distant door
ever so slightly ajar
That scent of life’s fullness
that just floating in the air
with the allure
of joyful abundance
and so much more
somewhere beyond
all those schemes
ending in failure
and dreams forsaken
littering an unswept floor
where souls are broken
this side of a shadow curtain
It is said that the pen
is mightier than the sword
That the ink of the scholar
it is far holier
than the blood of the warrior
A rampage of terror
in the name of revenge
is no Way of the Martyr
In hope, faith, and love,
we could be expressions
to become true reflections
of a reality much higher
Creation in Chaos
Chaos in creation
The world is a powder keg
of tribal power
and political corruption
like a dead hand
grabbing at a neighbour’s land
driven on by the need to exceed
A greed that feeds
on violence without end
emboldened
by an unholy blessing
dressed up in the pretense
of self-righteousness
from the false prophets
of profit and loss
lost in an endless rampage
of collateral damage
never counting the cost
of a vengeful harvest
at the sanctimonious behest
of Iron Age religion
forged of steel and flame
in the cruel grip
of some anonymous beast
Creation in chaos
Chaos in creation
“Father, forgive them, for they do not
know what they are doing.” – Jesus
An almighty God
doesn’t need my feeble help
to fight to make things right
in a world divided and bitter
It is me who needs God’s help
to make me right in His sight
Then things can only get better 😇
~ David B. Redpath © 2023
Artwork: Survey No. 2
~ by David B. Redpath © 2018-2023
David Redpath 