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If I never write another poem

December 7, 2017 by Chris Gribble

If I never write another poem
It will probably go unnoticed
In a world where we have too many words,
The problem is that most words,
Are angry, or bitter or demeaning,
Our hearts so broken,
We don’t even recognise we
are aching for a kinder word,
And, when a kindness comes
we don’t hear,
Because there are too many voices,
Wanting to be heard,
Words spoken without thought,
We carry on not hearing,
The unwritten poem disappears,
Unnoticed in the angry sea.

If I were to write a poem,
I want to find the words
That are able to trust that kindness,
Is what shapes our essence,
When brokenness shatters everything,
I want to write a poem,
That is able to hold every one
of those broken pieces,
And, say I love each one of you,
My noticing enabling that next step,
Along the dimly lit path,
With the words of my poem,
Inviting enough trust,
To take one more step.

Filed Under: Quotes

Birds don’t care

December 5, 2017 by Chris Gribble

Even when I forget
the birds are
playing in the trees,
Flitting to this and that branch,
Not bothered one bit
by what I think,
They are happy doing
what is needed to be done,
Their sounds of joy
shared with anyone
who stops and listens,
Birds don’t care
about what will make me
happy,
They eat and drink and
make beautiful sounds,
Knowing only what they
should be doing now.

Filed Under: Poems

Letting go

December 1, 2017 by Chris Gribble

Every season
I watch the bark
peel away from the tree,
Finishing the cycle of
death then life,
Another ring added
to the tally of seasons,
As death works hard
readying for fresh sap,
to move upwards,
Branches taking new directions,
Leaves raise their green fingers,
Reaching toward heaven,
Nature praising life’s open sky,
The tree grows, Because,
The bark is willing to let go.

Filed Under: Poems

Waiting for rain

December 1, 2017 by Chris Gribble

Majestic leaden sky
promising drenching,
Soon.
Sodden ground and
humidity soaking every pore,
The blanketing sweating clouds,
Waiting for the work of
replenishment to begin again.

Filed Under: Poems

A Poet’s Advice To Students – EE Cummins

November 29, 2017 by Chris Gribble

A poet is somebody who feels, and who expresses his feeling through words.

This may sound easy. It isn’t.

A lot of people think or believe or know they feel – but that’s thinking or believing or knowing; not feeling. And poetry is feeling – not knowing or believing or thinking.

Almost anybody can learn to think or believe or know, but not a single human being can be taught to feel. Why? Because whenever you think or you believe or you know, you’re a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you’re nobody-but-yourself.

To be nobody-but-yourself – in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else – means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.

As for expressing nobody-but-yourself in words, that means working just a little harder than anybody who isn’t a poet can possibly imagine. Why?

Because nothing is quite as easy as using words like somebody else. We all of us do exactly this nearly all of the time – and whenever we do it, we are not poets.

If, at the end of your first ten or fifteen years of fighting and working and feeling, you find you’ve written one line of one poem, you’ll be very lucky indeed.

And so my advice to all young people who wish to become poets is: do something easy, like learning how to blow up the world – unless you’re not only willing, but glad, to feel and work and fight till you die.

Does this sound dismal? It isn’t.

It’s the most wonderful life on earth.

Or so I feel.

Filed Under: Going Deeper

Things to remember today

November 28, 2017 by Chris Gribble

I just finished a day with a Book Club. I took the time to remember the gifts that were a part of our time together.

Things to remember – Today

I need to remember:
Love is an amazing gift shared with friends,
In every person there are glimpses of awe,
That a long silence is good for my soul,
A blessing from a friend fills me with gratitude,
God is always present in every conversation,
That beauty doesn’t need me but is all around,
That birds are playing even when I’m not there,
The soothing sound of water and waterfalls,
Today is a celebration that I am invited into,
Darkness is a part of preparing for light.

Filed Under: Poems

Another version of Psalm 65

November 28, 2017 by Chris Gribble

When all the noise is silenced for the last time,
In the quiet dawn truth comes forward,
No longer ignored – forgiveness is my desire,
Found in the heartache of disappointment,
That leads to acceptance of my brokenness,
Brought to the safety of Eternity’s plan.

Blessing is found in expressing thankfulness,
Lovingkindness is where honesty meets hope,
Embracing each other surrounding me with love,
Restoring wholeness and replacing despair,
The last laugh belongs to truth’s victory shout,
Witnessing to all humanity the embrace of love,
My humble offerings destined for greatness.

All of this is God’s gift to his beloved,
My cry for help was heard and answered,
Not left alone to sink into the unfulfilled life,
Brokenness was preparation for better things,
My imagination could not begin to comprehend,
The abundance that was my opportunity,
Courage embraced my faltering steps,
Giving confidence to trust uncertainty,
To begin living where I truly belong,
Not clinging to the illusion of plenty,
Instead living in the blessing as Hope’s child.

Filed Under: Psalms, Psalms Version Two

Another version of Psalm 64

November 27, 2017 by Chris Gribble

My endless nights were filled with despair,
Seeking a safe place to find a sanctuary,
Instead surrounded by a circling wall of contempt,
My dear enemy’s demeaning daily list of lies,
His desire to create confusion using deceit,
Every hate filled word spoken privately,
Seeking others to join hate’s ambush,
Every day his evil plans amount to less and less,
His convincing arguments of deluded grandeur,
Will become pride’s foolish badge of shame.

Justice will come as certain as the new day,
Grandeur’s convincing words quickly forgotten,
Stupidity’s lament will be his lost opportunity,
Shame is the end of his destructive path,
I have found a place where truth is celebrated,
No need to listen to the endless babble,
It’s just self consumed noise about nothing,
My life is a witness to Eternity’s trust in me,
Declared innocent and in the winner’s corner,
Praise is my response to salvation’s promise,
My voice joining worship’s chorus of hope.

Filed Under: Psalms, Psalms Version Two

Another version of Psalm 63

November 26, 2017 by Chris Gribble

My first thought of the day,
Is how can I please God more?
All my attention is focussed on his word,
Seeking out his kind heart,
Looking for the gentle nudge of love,
Delighting in each subtle expression,
Bringing my heart and head together,
Discovering their call to each other,
And, the words spoken to me today.

My dear enemy’s words are easily forgotten,
As Eternity’s whisper brings insight,
What I thought was lost is found in truth,
My soul sealed with Eternity’s birthmark,
Overcoming the death words that chased me,
Threatening dire consequences day and night.
Truth knew that life would prevail,
My life is lived in victory’s light.

I wake to the familiar sounds of this day,
Alive with the the arrival of life’s heartbeat,
Holding tight to God’s protective care,
Knowing my place where belonging is true,
Connecting life and Eternity to meaning and Hope.

Filed Under: Psalms, Psalms Version Two

Another version of Psalm 62

November 25, 2017 by Chris Gribble

I lay awake waiting for rest to come,
The longest night that seemed to have no end,
The restless seeking ended in God’s safe hands,
I saw the glimmer of dawn’s first light.

My brokenness was seen as an opportunity,
Every advantage taken in destructive pleasure.
Surrounded by hatred’s vile curses,
My life flashed before my eyes,
The end was very close,
Life counted for nothing,
A brief flicker,
Then gone.

When everything is taken,
Even the joy of each breath,
A new truth is desired,
To bring life to my thirsty soul,

Then the final judgement is done,
No excuses, just God and I,
My safe home is found,
Eternity is lived in truth’s light,
Forever celebrating salvation’s promise.

Filed Under: Psalms, Psalms Version Two

Another version of Psalm 61

November 24, 2017 by Chris Gribble

Finisterre was my end of the road,
My pilgrim path reached the end of this earth,
Its shoreline the beginning of the endless horizon,
Reaching out to unknown dangers,
Uncertainty halted my next step forward,

My searching found a safe harbour,
My uncertainty led me to God’s rest,
Providing everything needed to serve Him,
You will allow me to serve forever,
Every gift given full voice accompanied by love.

Today I commit my path to Love’s guidance,
Seeking out my heart’s deepest desire,
Knowing the gentle strength that is love’s calling,
Leading to a kinder voice that discovers life,
A sure calling that will never be dismayed.

Filed Under: Psalms, Psalms Version Two

Another version of Psalm 60

November 23, 2017 by Chris Gribble

My broken path went to brink of death,
The wholeness desired broken in a million pieces,
The hardest lesson needed for your loved child,
When I thought my life was completely finished,
Believing my mistakes are too big for forgiveness,
Love saw it as his greatest opportunity to be heard.

God gathers like minded people together,
To understand all the beauty of love’s call,
Bringing together the beloved children,
To celebrate the gifts that each child shares,
Together an expression of the holy trust,
Given to the humbled child seeking mercy,
A celebration of the understanding given,
Of God’s merciful acceptance – salvation’s gift.

Filed Under: Psalms, Psalms Version Two

Another version of Psalm 59

November 22, 2017 by Chris Gribble

A kindness never goes unpunished,
When evil intentions take root.
Like a weed they quickly take over.
Smothering the life that seeks light,
Words lashing out with no consideration,
Of the pain of each cutting thrust of contempt,
Taking every opportunity to twist the knife,
His desire to inflict more pain,
Twisting his face into tortured rage.

Justice is coming for my dear enemy,
His lament will be because he now sees,
What was called care is loyalty’s betrayal,
Every word spoken will become his lament
What he thought was victory was defeat,
His shameful loss will haunt him forever.

Every day he runs around in futility,
Self justification falling on deaf ears,
Knowing in his heart what is true,
But, choosing to speak death words,
Never satisfying his deep pit of pain,
It grows deeper with each bitter jibe,
A ravenous appetite for more never satisfied.

My life has returned to sweet success,
Found in loving kindnesses,
That sought me out,
The enemy prowls around,
Seeking to find a destructive chink,
I am holding close God’s sure love,
Confident in the safe place created,
By the loyalty found in Love’s sacrifice,
Humiliation is the lesson learned,
Sleep is the contented rest of salvation’s promise.

Filed Under: Psalms, Psalms Version Two

Another version of Psalm 58

November 21, 2017 by Chris Gribble

When power corrupts absolutely,
I questioned if my voice would be heard,
Everyday my dear enemy found new words,
That spewed out the hate that filled his thoughts,
Nothing was held back in his destructive rage,

Each wave brought new lies,
The conversation built on deceit,
That at first charmed but then repelled,
Will stop when arriving at Love’s open door

Violence will meet his match soon,
He will cower when his lifelong bluff is over,
A brief moment of glory that leaves nothing,
His reward will be eternal despair for his anger,
His life lived in fear wondering when time is up,
Knowing in his heart that his bluff is called,
Justice is arriving for the humbled heart,

Life begins and then quickly ends,
The inescapable truth will be known soon,
Eternity is where truth belongs,
Words born from hate will see light,
Their destruction will be justice’s last word,
I am found by truth’s final word,
Calling my name to share the reward of hope.

Filed Under: Psalms, Psalms Version Two

Satisfaction

November 21, 2017 by Chris Gribble

This poem was written on my recent retreat day. Satisfaction is such an elusive thing in our culture but I sought to explore the connection between satisfaction and the miracles that are a part of out daily life. Finally I considered how we are made complete in life. Love is always the place where satisfaction is most at home.

Satisfaction

Satisfaction is waiting,
To see imagination
Walking on water,
Creativity loves every miracle,
Seeing with lover’s eyes,
Speaking of where hope leads.

Imagination begins with silence,
Hearing a voice that knows
my deepest fears,
Touching life with tenderness,
The lightest brush,
Fills my heart with desire,
So that I want to walk
With impossibility,
In the storm and with
each step striding forward,
Another wave behind me.

Storms painted with vibrant colours,
Are never fully completed
Always searching for a place where love,
Can add the final strokes.

Filed Under: Poems

Another version of Psalm 57

November 20, 2017 by Chris Gribble

Peace comes from the conversation needed,
Found in words that spring from mercy,
The shadows are my reminders of hope,
That began with my distressed cry,
When I tried to give up on life,
Life’s source found me and smiled.

My dear enemy fiercely pursued me,
Pretend love turned quickly to anger,
Words were the sharp barbs,
I could find no place to hide,
He searched for me everywhere,
Finding new ways to trip me up,
Every option was a new trap,
That sought to bring his darkness to me.

Today I woke to peaceful confidence,
Knowing this song that I sing,
Began from Creation’s loving word,
Finding me and calling me be-loved,
Love’s source creating the melody,
Together finding a harmony,
Springing from two hearts loving cry.

God’s whisper echoes around the earth,
I stopped to listen to God’s heartbeat,
Glory made me His greatest joy,
Witness to the spacious rest where I belong.

Filed Under: Psalms, Psalms Version Two

Sometimes

November 19, 2017 by Chris Gribble

I think I am feeling just a touch of sadness as I look at the transitions happening in my life. A daughter finishing school, a year passing, finding myself getting just that little bit older, wanting to express love more fully. All of this is happening in the midst of seeking God’s voice about a bigger plan that he has.

Sometimes I want it all to stop so that I can catch up. But, that’s not an option. I do like stopping to write briefly about it.

Sometimes.

Sometimes I don’t like
what I see waiting for me,
When shadows from high above,
Chase the light away
Covering it with rainy skies,
My inside world,
Forgetting the vista
Waiting
For my next step.

Sometimes when my story
Is swallowed by someone else’s
Worries and questions,
I can forget to write
The poem that is within me
Or, the story
I was created to tell.

The splash of paint,
Waiting for that moment,
Held back from expressing,
That sadness,
Holding with it love,
The tear,
Belonging to community,
A question,
Seeking beauty.

Sometimes when I am
drawn to love,
I feel this ache
Of what I hope for,
Holding it gently,
Desiring kinder words,
Sometimes disappointing,
But, always coming back,
To what is stirred up,
By what I see,
When I gaze deeply into
another’s eyes.

Sometimes I want more time,
To ask for forgiveness,
For what I’ve missed,
By not taking the time,
To listen properly,
Or, when I had the chance,
To write a poem,
To splash some paint,
To gaze deeply,
To find a better question.
To take what belongs to me,
To give what belongs to love.

Filed Under: Poems

A week when….

November 19, 2017 by Chris Gribble

I stopped to consider my week for a few moments. I am sure all of us could add our own words here. But then I considered what love says. I loved thinking about how love responds to what went on in my life over this past week.

A week when,
The tax bill, phone bill, electricity bill and car rego arrive on Monday,
Love says, I have enough for you,
A phone call in the middle of the night and a family is crying out for help,
Love says, welcome to my home and I understand,
Surrounded by people when all I want is to be alone,
Love says, I have a space for you,
Feeling like I missed the point in a conversation and look really stupid,
Love says, this will pass quicker than what you think,
Watching my most precious gift graduating into wondering what’s next?
Love says, trust her life with me,
Overwhelmed, inundated and feeling like failure is only a heartbeat away,
Love holds all this in hands that created eternity,
A week that asks me what must die in me now?
Love says, this is what I am willing to do for you.

Filed Under: Poems

Moments

November 19, 2017 by Chris Gribble

I think that I am feeling some of shifts happening in our family at the moment. My kids are rapidly becoming adults and it’s all about letting go and treasuring what is now. Realising that I have to both let go and hold on to what is important. Treasuring the moments I have and forgiving myself for the moments where I haven’t got it right.

Moments

Some moments,
Last for an eternity,
They cling for dear life,
To an awful embarrassment.

Some moments,
Wait for a brief instant,
Quickly fading into the distance,
Despite my best effort to hold on.

Some moments,
Contain dark shadows,
Of places I don’t want to see.

Glimpses of life,
Belong to moments,
Seeing beyond what is here now.

Most moments,
Need patience to understand,
Asking less of it,
Then, finding more in what is now.

A moment holds eternity,
And, a speck of time,
The sadness of goodbye,
With the welcome of hello.

Filed Under: Poems

What can I expect from today?

November 8, 2017 by Chris Gribble

I took the day out today to spend discerning about life and plans for the future. I couldn’t help writing something about this.

What can I expect from today?

This day is about stillness,
Silence should speak,
When time is given to being quiet,
Too many words
hide the light,
That belongs to silence.

When not enough hours,
Are committed to nothing,
Work becomes a shadowy presence,
Filling every empty space,
Hounding me with words and questions,
Unrelenting in their urgency,
Pushing me to the brink
Despair is too close.

Unless I say stop,
I choose to escape the noise,
And, I go for a long walk,
I sit beside a spring fed stream,
I listen to silence’s sounds,
This day is rescued,
From the tyranny of work,
Silence always speaks.

Filed Under: Poems

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