Just One Drop

JUST ONE DROP

A drop
that doesn’t fall
That arises
One for all
A death
that brings life
Just one drop
more than enough
In the silence
a friendly voice
I hear the call
Always a choice
Words of truth
that never fail
A drop of love
that doesn’t fall

Just one drop
of grace divine
suspended . . .
in the fullness of time
A door open
the word spoken
No witness silent
to a world of crime
Throughout the expanse
of infinite space
one drop of hope
for this human race

Words & Artwork:
~ david redpath © 2018

The Ancient Paths

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Walking the ancient paths
of my forefathers
to the mountain summit
from a favela slum
Singing a gypsy hymn
petitioning the heavens
for that Kingdom come
Ever the right answer
Always the wrong question
in a world where
maybe the baby
been thrown out
with your bathwater?
Señorita, señor,
sing for me again
that sweet gypsy hymn
Desperate times
Sacred treasures
Give me
that old time religion
Walking the ancient paths
of my forefathers

‘Roll of Honour’

Words & Artwork:
~ david redpath © 2018

Photography: Linda Redpath

The High Road

The flat screen

a most unwholly edifice

to a download scene

of gratuitous violence

Remote and depressed

that button of silence

Disorder is depleting

the span of my attention

Always fleeting

Consciousness

breaking the surface

The high road taken

past a world of distraction

to the fields

of contemplation

With little Miss Daisy

driving me

all the way

to satisfaction

In gratitude

for creation’s magnitude

I find happiness

beyond imagination

~ david redpath © 2018

Please excuse my little miss
spelling. Holy accidental !

Artwork:
‘The Forest at Fountainbleau’
~ by Henri Matisse