I like your voice – its warm
It carry’s spring mist – mornings call
Enfolding me in a lyric of canvas – to protect
From the rain
The warmth of fire – to rest
My mind and soul
The chorus of birds – to lead
me in my worship
The light of the evening star – to focus
my meditation
The rise of the sun – to lift
my soul to glory
The strength of the Oak – to surround
me with honour
and solid earth – to remind
me of my mortality.
Break upon the desert walls
Informing Marley’s chants of freedom
and calling out Babylon’s greed – saying
‘Beware the politicians
who would cut out your tongue
and dress your life
with the debt they would make you wear’
Call down from the grey concrete tombs
of the poor of Peckham – crying
‘Fix my lift, so I can walk to the shops’
‘Fix my light so I no longer walk in darkness’
For they can smell the wedding banquet
but cannot find a way to the table.
I can feel its heat
Burning a pathway to peace
In the forests of war – forging
Demands for justice
That will feed the forever hungry.
He offered me his prosthetic limb – in friendship
And asked me to teach his children
The way of peace – hold my hand
Making straight the path
To the place you call home.
Inflate my lungs – resuscitate
My temper – boiling
My blood with heavens – holiness
Baptising me with creations – fire
Forging new marrow
In the land of your burning sun.
As you slept
Did you whisper to angels?
Their deeds of divine purpose – filling
You with unflinching courage.
Robed with the light of the sun of the Son
Avenge the righteous with the sword of your tongue.
June 2011
