Easter Worship Day

It's been a while since I have shared a poem of mine, and as this is primarily a poetry blog, it's about time: Yesterday, whilst sitting and enjoying the chilled out vibe at the Easter Worship Day at Tonbridge Baptist Church, I took the opportunity to read through my current poetry note book. Towards the end, I found this poem which encapsulated for me, in the moment of writing, back in December, how words are inadequate to describe the depth and breadth of God, despite the richness they might try to convey:

Few Words

There are but few words that can adequately describe you.

Each word relying on the other

To bring another facet into play

To fully display

The fuller array of you.
For no word will do
To fully display you.

How words cannot compare
to this sight so rare
of you.
If my experience of you could be as rich
as the hundreds of words that exist,
I'd only catch a glimpse of you.

Oh how words fail to satisfy my desire
to convey you.

I could twist and turn,
I could tumble and shake,
But no sound do they make
In comparison to
the symphony of you.

Oh how could I stay true to the truth of you
with mere words,
despite their flooding to me
in herds?

Copyright EH 2013. 
All rights reserved.

It was great to revisit a poem and give it some 'air'. The worship was led by the youth leaders and returning university students. They set it up in the round with opportunities for others to lead as they felt led, whether pre-planned or spontaneous. Thank you to them for the opportunity to share some words in praise of our wondrous God.

Thoughts of a Poet

This is one of my latest poems taken from my "Thoughts of a Poet" collection. When appropriate, I offer poems out to those to whom I feel the words might be a comfort if they are going through something which I have also experienced. My heart felt hope is that this will encourage them on their path through the trial that they may be facing and help them emerge triumphant on other side. However, at times this is a risky venture as when the words are "out there" they leave a window into my soul that is unprotected.

Naked / Carefree

Sometimes I don’t want to think like a poet.
I want to think normally, carefree

Without the depth of thought
From which I cannot hide the true me.

I want to be carefree
Without a soul that exposes the true me,

Laid bare, for others to see
Whilst I stand exposed and naked be.

These words express my frailty
Or my inner strength through the trials that be.

Yet, no matter which the side you see,
I still stand exposed and naked be.

(Copyright EH 2011.
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