Category: Poetry

He turned the water into wine
He walked upon the waves
He fed a crowd with much to spare
He healed the ones he met

I have to ask
If I was there
Would I have left him too?

He washed their feet as they reclined
He served them as their king
He broke the bread, he poured the cup
He told them how they’d fall

I have to ask
If I was there
Would I have left him too?

He took the beating they dished out
He carried up the cross
He hung between two thieves and died
He beat death once, for all

I have to ask
If I was there
Would I have left him too?

He woos me as the sun comes up
I go downstairs for food
He waits for me when I should sleep
I sit before a screen

I have to think
If I was there
I would have left him too.

Dappled brilliance, lightness and shade
Upon the forest floor is laid
Endlessly varied, it dances and shifts
Creating illusions of mountains, of rifts

Rustling leaves, crackling and soft
Harmonise with birds aloft
A tinkling brook adds treble and light
Unkindly shattered as engines ignite

Cool crisp winter, freshness and chill
Goosebumps and vapour breath, still …
Climbing past treetops, the sun reaches west
Caressing my face with warmth, and I rest

Steadfast Saviour, waiting for me
Patiently, beside this tree
Displaying your glory, day after day
In hopes I’d be here … now I’ve found my way

Out in the bush
All pressure gone
The sun is warm
The billy’s on

I feel the breeze
I smell the pine
I hear the birds
And peace is mine

The eucalypt
And turpentine
Make atmosphere
Almost divine

BUT …

A pair of days
Out in the rough
However good
Are not enough