wisdom bestowing
upon a journey
with love growing
in the discovering
the treasure of pleasure
in the giving
and the receiving
The Thrall Of It All
Tag: Poetry
A Message (revisited)
To know what Love is
with just a glimpse
through a distant door
ever so slightly ajar
That scent of life’s fullness
floating in the air
with the allure
of joyful abundance
and so much more
beyond the broken schemes
and forsaken dreams
littering an unswept floor
with things never spoken
this side of a shadow curtain
Ink of the Scholar
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
The Wreath Bearer
Beware the wreath bearer
All imperious and global
Religious and tribal
Upon a fatwa of murder
A binge of unbridled revenge
Piled upon the funeral pyre
Of a fire that never ends
Empathogenesis
Bursting forth
from the Hotel Eden
a thunderous explosion
The trembling earth
cracked wide open
as from the fiery breath
of a vengeful dragon
Smoke and dust swirling
Searing flames
like hot tongues of venom
Shattered glass descending
as vicious rain
over everything broken
The dead and the dying
a shrine to destruction
Upon the bloodied lips
of dazed confusion
a burning question . . .
“How could a loving God
allow this to happen?”
Hate Is The Drug 💉
Hate is the drug Divisive religion The delivery system Mainlined directly Into the arm Of fervent tribalism Only a matter of time Till the Great AI Computates an equation That puts a final end To mankind’s inhumane Modus operandi Toward his fellow man Thusly terminating A destructive algorithm
~ David B. Redpath © 2023
“Beloved, let us [unselfishly] love and
seek the best for one another, for love
is from God; and everyone who loves
[others] is born of God and knows God
[through personal experience]. The one
who does not love has not become
acquainted with God [does not and
never did know Him], for God is love.”
~John the Evangelist amplified, The Book 📖
The Doors of Deception
Six long weeks
roaming the dry crust
of a sun burnt wilderness
Nothing but rocks
and red dust
The hot desert winds
that flay the skin
… now murmuring
with words broken
of souls lost and forsaken
Perhaps it’s far better
upon this alien terrain
I finally surrender
the haunted trauma
I’ve tried in vain
to never remember?
To Him They Belong
Down to sleep
their souls to keep
vulnerable
innocent and meek
Somewhere
below life’s glitter
pure evil seeps
from a broken gutter
grim trauma to reap
Innocence shattered
beyond all hope
as mothers weep
Watch out now
Take care
Beware
Given enough rope
all things dark
and fearful
… into the deep
Suivre Le Fleuve
The emergency room
in my dream hospital
is well stocked
with state of the art
pharmaceuticals
and strange alien devices
that light up
with the slightest touch
From a distance
“Suivre le fleuve …”
in the gentlest of voices
No Exits ~ Exist On
NO EXITS ~ EXIST ON
In the car park of a stark oblivion
best to leave your engine running
Don’t plug the spark
Don’t phone it home
all on your own
in the brooding dark
If you’ve got the app
of a beating heart
with an overflowing cup
about to break
don’t go hopping for the exit
like a white rabbit lost in transit
all hectic to be running late
for a meet ‘n’ greet
with dire fate
Don’t go scanning the trash can
like a fox on the run
Don’t go canning a living plan
so grand
whilst circling the drain
with a fearful frown
when there’s a garden party
going down
right here … and right now
in a bright
and sunny Wonderland ☀️
David Redpath 