Humour Me

Humour me, LORD, this torrid day,
Freedom from such worthless fray.
Yearnings quench, my fears allay,
Gentle rain, tears slipping away.
~ D.F.

Arise

Distant music calling, strange but familiar song,
Chords sweet gently playing, as dew caress the morn.
With night in silence fleeing, darkness e’er forlorn,
The cold and lifeless rising, by rays of sunshine born.
~ D.F.

Campfire

White the embers, glowing bright,
Dark of sin, consumed this night.
Life’s misgivings, now set aright,
Peace renewing, most sacred rite.
~ D.F.

Falling Stars

Fleeting days, the distant nights,
Blazing fury, fame burning bright.
Alas, misfortune! Vanity’s blight,
All consuming, man’s fatal flight.
~ D.F.

Summer Fly

Persistent guests, these little flies,
Balmy weather, how they burst to life.
Oh, quick be gone, seek another clime,
Yet presence hailing, tis summer time!
~ D.F.

Crown

Ring of thorns, shame, no hiding,
Blood and sweat, needles feeding.
Until at last, true form showing,
Glorious crown, its fragrance rising.
~ D.F.

Triumph

Barbs so sharp, piercing hide,
Endless trial from every side.
Embrace His Will, humble fate,
Sweet triumph! Love over hate.
~ D.F.

Green and Gold

Days endless passing, year upon year,
Gift of ageing, a grace to hold dear.
Wisdom gathers, as the hours grow old,
The raw and green, now precious gold.
~ D.F.

Stars & Crowns

New life has been His promise, The Lord now beckons, “Come”,
Arise from River Jordan, another like Christ become.
All stain of sin relinquish, water trailing off the sleeve.
Fresh robe of stars to warm thee, many crowns of victory.
~ D.F.

Baptism of Our Lord
January 12, 2014

Papa

The lapping of the waves,
The music of the stars,
The call of birds and beasts,
Resounding near and far.

Yet what ruled His ears and heart,
So precious to behold,
Strains of sweet affection,
“My father, my papa!”
~ D.F.