I have lived, loved, and loved to live in Toowoomba all my life. Apart from my faith, there has been no bigger influence on my life than this city and the people that live in it.
Saturday, 23 November 2019
Dichotomy
How is it that the same tree expresses opposites?
Yesterday, that Pepperina was stately, gracious, smiling at me
with benevolence, a sage viewing the world with patient musings,
its diurnal presence a torch to the joy and calm a life can produce.
Today, giving no excuse to the prison of penury or the freedom
of wealth, it is a sentinel to judgement, its hairy arms immovable
to prevarication or perspective. It looks at me with rigid obstinance,
mutely frowning at my choices.
Yesterday, a friend. Today, an obdurate bystander.
Saturday, 16 November 2019
Giving Thanks
I refuse to be sorrowful, to be condemned
I refuse to cast away my future by
letting the past dog me; a vulture waiting for
my last breath
Instead, I take a deep breath
Fill my lungs with the sweet air of the present
And thank You for the mercy You
have shown me by showing me that my past habits
do not have to be my future faults
I shake with trepidation, with shame
I shake with the uncertainty of my
future but at least I now have one that is not an offence
to me or to You
Saturday, 9 November 2019
Lampstand
Your fine, fine gold
gleaming in the gloom
The stature of your frame would grace any room
Seven branches, identical
Far surpassing all that’s
ecumenical
Each bud and flower beaten
to within an inch of its life
Their history riven with suffering and strife
Yet grandly there you stand
Firmly rooted on crown
land
Superb structural glory!
That seems to define your life
But pales into darkness compared to your light
Your bright, bright flowers
Petals of light
Removing all shadow, dispelling the night
Nothing more glorious
than your effulgence diurnal
Steadfast, pure, radiance
eternal.
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