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 a taste of that
ever loving Kingdom come
Never the right answer
Always the wrong question
Is Christ the key to eternity?
Maybe the baby
has been unceremoniously
thrown out with this world’s
dirty 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