Christian Science, Poems, Uncategorized

A strain upon a lyre harp #poem #christianscience #Christian

A strain upon a lyre harp
Sweeps a sound so low
That only those who gather round
Can catch its sweetness flow,

A strain which speaks of suffering
A woman’s heart is torn
As she watches martyrdom
For her son she mourns

A strain of sadness at the tomb
She searches for her dead
An angel pointing to the skies
Which dawns a crimson red

A strain upon twelve tender hearts
Who sit in upper rooms
And still the strain plays out its tune
From sadness of the tomb

A strain upon a sepulchre
A white robed body lay
The saviour rises, then appears
The rock is rolled away

A strain it sweeps his Mother’s heart
With gladness, faith and joy
And plays its tune eternally
For all who will enjoy

The strain is never ending
Through time and space it plays
The bloodied fingers of our saints
Keep it playing today.

Kilbirnie / North Ayrshire, Poems, Uncategorized

#Poem #Glengarnock Station #NorthAyrshire

Glengarnock Station

One thought I had of you today
As people crowded by
Of sending soldiers on their way
Till 1945

Mothers kissed and lover’s words
Then anxious notes you passed
Bringing news of hero’s deaths
Or home bound boys at last

Pavements wet with women’s tears
For boys, to welcome home
While others sat in darkened rooms
Both silent and alone

Then later in your ageing years
Cemented floors did bloom
With flowers, lovely colours bright
While mighty engines boomed

Then darkness came with Beeching’s words
Your branches they were slain
For all your older dearest friends
Were killed for London’s gain

Now you stand with empty home
No soldiers pass your way
A house lies derelict above
Where once a guardsman stayed

You carried folk to far off lands
To meet their boats and planes
Babies laughing, children coughed
Sheltering from smoggy rains

There’s few stand now in early morn
Upon your tired brow
Yet ne’r can match those wartime scenes
Of hundreds, cheering crowds.

Poems, Uncategorized

A Poem for Paisley

If all the threads that Paisley made were found again one day.

I’d hang them in the sky with Love to take away the grey.

Upon the gold I’d write a tale of stories from our past.

About the folk we”ve lost in time that’s moved away so fast.

Upon the red I’d see the war and all the men who died.

I’d write the names of all their wives whose tears we left behind.

Upon the Abbey darkened threads of blackened thoughts and crimes.

Of a bygone age of killing men for moral crimes.

Threads of blue I’d give to schools, to teach them peace and Love.

By leaving parts of history, while rainbows hang above.

Upon the green, the Irish woe, migration, war and fear

While London pushes migrants out with hatred causing tears.

Upon the white I’d ask buskers to write their stories clear.

To fill the sky with hope and dreams of music for our ears.

Upon this richest tapestry I’d paint a cross and crown,

To show the world the triumphs of dear Paisley, my sweet town.

Kilbirnie / North Ayrshire, Poems, Uncategorized

To Our Friends in Canada

Brightly burns the glow of friends
constant, true and pure
No one can claim he has no kin
where Love always endures

A lamp that´s lit by Kin´s red flame
of blood spilt on the earth
for need of Love, a better life
on your land boats did berth

The boys who glowed within the light
were taken in your arms
for in the darkness their was hope
of new lives safe from harm

So to friends on distant shores
for many and the few
and a toast to those we cannot name
lost in the sea of blue

Kilbirnie / North Ayrshire, Poems, Uncategorized

Lilac Poem

Lilac

Last night I dreamt of Lilac trees,

Upon the Garnock Stream,

amid the thorns and briars thick

a purple colour beamed

 

I thought about the folk who came

and chanced upon this sight

perhaps ancestors, long since gone

left it burning bright

 

Perhaps a bird did carry it

from far and distant lands

or from a child´s hands it fell

and grew to proudly stand

 

Or from the Castle seeds did blow

across the glade and vine

to where the lovers meet in quiet

with bodies deep entwined

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poems, Uncategorized

Poem: Jannat Al Bakee جَـنَّـة الْـبَـقِـيْـع‎,

In every living time and place.

There lies an Al Baquee.

A place destroyed by wrong ideas.

Lies scattered in the breeze.

And of these stones or tyrant”s thrones.

God raises seed and kin.

To teach mankind about himself.

Releasing us from sin.

Love itself does meet us there,

And guides us safely home.

Rasing thoughts to higher calls.

Away from shattered domes.

From darkened sense of sorrows hence.

We must not look away.

But far from clay and broken wood.

Love itself does stay.

Look inside your own dear heart.

And find your Al Baquee.

Build upon the terrors raged.

For there lies Love’s decree.

To find your peace when wrong ideas.

Attacks seem far and wide.

To know that Love is ne’er destroyed.

It’s always by your side.

Bring the stones of peace and Love.

Rebuild your Al Baquee.

A daily act of kindness builds.

A shrine eternally.

Look no more to desert lands.

And Baquees far away.

Prefer to look to your own heart.

And build your shrine tbis day.

Daily salat and duas

cement the stones in time.

Zariat adds the precious jewels.

That no man can design.

Love for those who hate you still.

Will add the Golden doors.

And daily zikhr will ensure.

Mosaic tiled floors.