To The Heart Of Jesus

The flame of  Love

Which way to Your heart, Lord?

Not as if I’ve come to a cross-road,

Just wary of the one I currently tread on.

Like to a king’s lodge, the path that leads

So as beautiful and more should this be

Everything it is but comely and straight

Just then I wondered: this just can’t be

Maybe it’s not a road at all; maybe no more

Could be it leads to nowhere; just endless.

As I rise from the umpteenth fall, I knew awe,

Felt the cold hands of loneliness taking my breath

Then they crept in en masse, the fear kind-less

That’s a rocky road, the roughest I’ve met

The sun gnaws at my flesh; I’m scorched and wet

The hills I climb, not like what I’ve seen

The cold chilly breeze seep through my pores

It’s got a trail, snake-like, as the tricky meanders’

Lay-about bones along vivified the terror not there

The ‘unsure next’ lurks by, yet here we go

Down-the-spine-shiver stays, but ahead we row

Fleet of stairs up ahead, but burden for tiring legs

Can only hope I’m still on track, hope

Just outside the city walls, an alien territory.

Then by the open gate it hits – something’s familiar

A blazing flame red, amidst a fount of blood

It’s an unlikely route which leads here

No wonder a just few feet venture

At least rest’s assured in the flame of love, mercy

The Subjective God

Part of it, we are, it seems 

Always, of this ‘subjective’ madness

More pronounced even in our time

By the ‘truth’s arch-fiends’

Just a matter of personal opinion

For them hiding under its pinion

Is the question of a Being called God

Oft’ than not dismissed as mythical

But what could be more mythical?

Or is it a case of being poetical?

Than an applause for the weird,

What could be weirder?

For the defeat of goodness, they plot

As would say, the Psalmist who taught

From the world they seemed to have expelled

The One whose it is

Now after our hearts they go

To rid of it what remains, and so

Truths employed to replace the Truth;

‘What is’ with ‘what applies to me’,

Kenosizing the earth of Divinity
And ripping off hearts, their Paternity
Are steps already taken
As they make a miscellany of gods