A Poem Celebrating Creation

Poem: Warrior Gentle

Warrior Gentle

©Biz Gainey December 2014

You are the warrior gentle, Lord;

Who sifts my heart with love.

Softly you storm, dark walls of strife;

Delight – ferocious - from above!

You are the warrior gentle, Lord;

Who probes my heartsick woe.

Putting to flight grey cloaked skies;

Setting sail my sin sick soul.

You are the warrior gentle, Lord;

Whose presence draws me near.

Your fire warms my inner chill;

Flaming embers dry my tears.

You are the warrior gentle, Lord;

You salve my heart ensnared.

A fierce relief, I find your offering;
My life once bound, now unimpaired.

You are the warrior gentle, Lord;

Whose enchantment stirs my loves.

Blood stained hands caress my beating heart;

New life descends from hallowed halls above. 

Sloth, A Limerick

Sloth

A Limerick, ©Biz Gainey, 2015

In these words rest cruel meaning for some,
"What I do shapes who I will become.”
From my head to my feet,
Rise from slumber and sleep.
To the couch where I lay like a bum.

Poem: Horizon's Gold Dust Ambered Glow

Horizon’s Gold Dust Ambered Glow

©Biz Gainey 2014

Trapped alone in lonely moments

lost to me is hope once known;

Bleak the view of yesteryear - between now

And tomorrow’s yet to come.

Groping eyes halfsighted see

 beyond this prison walled,

‘Neath lonely moments built by me.

Trapped alone in lonely moments

                seized by lust which scrapes me dry;

Erodes all gifts of cherished world as

Shallows roll desire’s tide.

My heart drowns

in thirst beneath its swell.

                Beguiled and hollowed life, she bleeds;

My heart’s tomorrow lost, Sadly

She weeps! 

Faint tears betray her whispered cry.

Trapped alone in lonely moments

                tattered and fray-ed

Yet my heart spies!

Horizon’s gold-dust ambered glow,

Enchants!

New life birthed from womb strife,

Arouse!  tomorrow’s yet to come.  

Eternal!

Beams tomorrow bright; Once

Trapped alone in lonely moments

Horizon’s gold dust ambered glow,

Enchants!

My heart’s deep cry.

Tomorrow’s hope need never die!

Harsh Words (A Limerick)

Harsh Words (A Limerick)

©Biz Gainey, 2014

Harsh words slip their slide from the north to the south;

You know!  The distance between one’s mind and one’s mouth.

Erode hope as they tumble,

Cripple life as they stumble,

Maim one’s heart ‘Neath the weight of their own frail glass house!