Christian Science, Poems, Uncategorized

For Paisley and it’s Places

Perhaps upon the River Cart or by its dwindling streams

We feel a heart that’s beating power without another means

A power that turns the waiting tide and waters plants and flowers

Turning students to their books in every waitng hour

A power that lights the morning dawn and dusk a gentle glow

A power that hold each swan intact as waters gently flow

A guiding light which simply “Is” with no demands on man

While preachers loudly scream and shout that all the folk are damned

A power that needs no words nor praise to move within it’s place

For it has the world for man to feel it’s gentle guiding pace

And if by chance an apple tree should spring in Barshaw Park

Or nestling feathers after flight, you see a morning lark

Look upon its shining beak or feathers black and pure

Worship not the image, mind, but the power that it endures

And when the apple tree no more, holds up it’s greenish fruit

Look toward the power in Life for all things absolute

Only the real stands up to time, with majesty and robes

All else disappears from sight, with pain and anxious throws

And so the real in everything is found not in the clay

But in the power of Life itself which opens up the day

Dwell not in things which are not real but look behind the eyes

There you find the real idea of all that Love implies

Christian Science, Poems

A Mirror

Only with my mirror can I see your Blessed Hand

Never with my mind can I fully understand

Looking indirectly, jewels sparkle in the sand

Through a loving lens, I see there is no reprimand.

Remembering to forget the smaller personal mind

To search Infinitude where lives all mankind

Where Love reigns, where illness can’t reside

And swirls of Love keep flowing in open countryside.

Where acts are free and freedom acts in purest Liberty

No robes of gold nor Eucharist, locked away with iron key

No Abbeys, Monks or lofty towers for the world to see

A Gentle Love does fall upon the Mind of you and me.

Love reflecting Love like mirrors held in gold

And Joy of Joys of giving, without barriers so cold

And stories of Love travelling centuries of old

I open my mind today to let Love unfold.

Christian Science, Kilbirnie / North Ayrshire, Poems, Uncategorized

Droplets of Love

Just like the rain on Garnock stream or dew on May’s fair morn

Or upon the Spider web in tombstones left forlorn

 

A gentle power of Love does fall on mills in Knoxville Road

And seen upon the smiling face of babes in their abode

 

Or random acts of kindness shown in finding mobile phones

Or helping older people walk on ice on Milton Road

 

Or in the eyes of little deer which run through open fields

In steel work sheds with gypsies´ beds and talks of business deals

 

Through different cables power runs to light the darker nights

Through different folk a gentle love expresses its own light

 

In every man a power shines from Place to Ladeside vale

Reflecting joy with sweet accord o’er mountain hill and dale

 

Christian Science, Kilbirnie / North Ayrshire, Poems, Uncategorized

Poem for #Kilbirnie

Perhaps nearby the Walker Hall or up at Jacob´s well

a random act of kindness comes from strangers who can tell?

Perhaps a gentle smile when all is grey and bland

A man in Tesco car park, who gives a helping hand?

 

The face of God is ne´er seen by looking to the sky

or pleading with an unseen God to ask the question “why”

But in the smaller random acts, of hope and gentle charm

Music springs from little things which keep us from all harm

 

And if by chance we cannot see the goodness in Schoolwynd

Let us play the Harp we think is somehow left behind

From Cochrane Street to  Loadingbank it doesn´t take a while

to offer random kindness acts or give a sincere smile

 

He does not see the cries and woes of bitter words well meant

He does not know the mental wounds of times much better spent

He knows only Peace and Love and wholeness of our Soul

Far above the human clouds where Man is free to Go

 

In Glasgow Street or Ladeside Vale, perhaps in Dalry Road

A Mind can freely choose to live in  mental sweet abode

Far above the darting arrows, foes and kin at war

There is a place, another Mind for mankind to explore

 

Found in silence, ne´er in hate, a Harp string sound does come

Taking man to far above from words and human glum

If Angel´s are His thoughts indeed of swirling pools of Love

Let them take us anytime to consciousness above.

 

In silence comes the lyre harp of goodness Peace and Love

A state of mind but Heaven is, so take yourself above

To where no siblings voices fight or hatred´s idle dreams

Free yourself from earthly ties however fair they seem

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

catholic, Christian Science, Poems, Uncategorized

An Unfinished Poem,

Gently on piano keys or,
strung upon the harp,
strummed upon the guitar strings or
words said from the heart,

A colder breeze in winter time
or withered flowerless briar
all are made to break your dreams
and draw your thoughts much higher

An Ocean beach in times more calm
At home with people stern
A tempest storm or healing balm
Higher thoughts that you must learn

Ne´er upon life´s empty shores
no matter how it seems
For going to reach a better place
you have to break the dream