Here I go again
Dubious footsteps
Questionable motives
Perusing the dark and restless past
Changing as perceptions change
And perceptions change with
The tolerance of added years and distance
Creating the uncertainty of honesty
Turn black and white
Into grey elusive shadows
And there
Amidst the darkness of my past
And all my pointless journeys
For the first time ever
I see a small white light
Constant and unblinking
And I am aware deep inside
That this is the long awaited
Birth of peace

                        By Phil Roberts

Turn

YOUR gaze
From
The computer age,
From
The Screen of Artificiality...
Synthetic offerings
From
A False world.

LOOK!
Look the Other Way!
Look
What NATURE has
On display...
The Sky, Hills, Mountains
Rivers

Is your heart so full of sadness,
   so bogged down with despair;
You feel you've reached the bottom now,
   and no one really cares?

You're at the end of a lonely road,
   with not one soul in sight;
It feels there's no way out but death,
   not one thing else feels right.

As tears well up within the your eyes,
   you look back through the years;
You wonder how it came to this,
   the worst of all your fears.

You knew some how the end would come,
   as we all meet certain death;
But never dreamed you'd be alone,
   when drawing your last breath!

Now listen close to what I say,
   you NEVER were alone;
My Lord and King looks out for you,
   while perched upon His throne!

He's waiting on a call from you,
   He knows it's on the way;
In fact He knows all about your life
   you live from day to day!

Get on your knees and call on Him,
   just ask Him to forgive;
Each time you've sinned all the through your life,
   forgiveness He will give!

My God will love and pick you up,
   from lonely depths of sin;
You'll never be alone again,
   and with Him you will win!

Be a Life changer, not a death maker, speak life into others.
Bring healing into others lives by speaking it into their lives.
For we were all put on this earth, by the Living God Jesus.
To speak life into other people lives here on the earth.
Because by speaking life, we are drawing them to be healed.
For we are called to Love others, not hate them here.
For being Christ like here we shall reveal him to others.
Which is our purpose here to love others into finding him.
Thus having another friend , when we all go to heaven in the end.

Are the bluebells really a delightful hue
when they habitat railway banks
They are wild and not so rare
like the country we reside in.
We are a barren land
once proud but
with all wealth stripped away
Our Jurassic coastline erodes
likewise a once bedrock of national pride.
Our spirits wane,
we are too self conscious to crowd
amongst our own.
We have been too disorientated
to uphold our truisms

Barefoot standing backwards on
            the doctor’s scales; the weighing games begin.
I can’t make sense of how or why
            I’m here; dragged from my mother’s car,
when only earlier I was dancing
            at my ballet class; I slipped and fell
on the cold dance floor, and now
            I’m under hospital arrest. All I want
is to escape; because I truly thought
            this was all in my past.
But the Devil and God are raging inside me
            all the time.
It began with only one pound lost;
            a controlled experiment, one I thought
I could win. And now,
            I’m barefoot standing backwards
on the doctor’s scales –
            There’s only one way; Up!
                No spiral down.
I’ve found my way back here, somehow,
                    and I’ll find my way out of here, somehow.

© Sia Jane