In a dream
being chauffeured
to where? I do not know
where? the silence stifling
still as the night,
stars glowing…
but the chauffeur, driving
heedless to my faith –
Jesus is dead, he speaks
like a bullhorn
going off in my mind,
grief surrounds me
but the dream comes to life…
“He is ALIVE!”
I say it, my voice amplified
WHO IS THIS MAN?
my mind enters the war
with his spirit – evil words
a dark that won’t heal
a world filled with sorrow
pain and so much horror!
“HE IS ALIVE!”
my voice doesn’t tremble
I am at war, the shield will defend me.
“He is ALIVE!”
“He is ALIVE!”
“HE IS ALIVE!”
And, that is how it ends
I wake up, speaking, announcing
to the dawn…
He lives and so I can smile!
the chauffeur is a liar…
His love invigorates my life
His light flows through the dark,
quieting the fears,
wiping away the tears
He’ll always be here – always
He is ALIVE and I can survive
because He is mine,
this Jesus who will never die.
Oh, how that chauffeur lied!
Freed from the tendrils of the night,
I want to walk on a path that's not distant from the light.
Out of the turbulence of the sea,
I want to know quiet waters.
My door closed to the uninvited,
Serenity sits in my abode.
I want to be out of the monster's nest,
I want to be perpetually at rest.
Out of the night's highway,
I want to be chauffeured to redemption.
I want to find a way to a tranquil room,
Swept clean from the gloom.
The person I want to be is beyond the pages,
I know it will take unrelenting stages.
I'll walk on the path that leads that way,
Until the night's chariot comes my way.
September 21, 2024.
I am chauffeured by dawn into the unknown,
I open the door and see the uninvited,
I can barely comprehend what I am shown,
I am not at all delighted,
I am in a dim zone.
"You are a volume in the book. A mirror to the power that created the universe. Whatever you want, ask it of yourself. Whatever you’re looking for can only be found inside of you."
- Rumi
It’s written about you,
Someone sees and has a clue,
The sacred book opens the door to light,
This pierces through the night.
Go past the troubles that find their way to your room,
Beyond you is a land of bloom,
Ask what you desire,
Let the sacred truths deeply inspire.
Hope is like blooming meadows,
It lifts the soul out of the shadows,
Elucidate those wondrous dreams on the inside,
Let it be chauffeured by dawn on the outside.
Walk on the bright side of life,
It’s a door out of strife,
We’re vessels of grace,
Faith is the shoe’s lace.
Holding myself not to fall apart,
I’m chauffeured by Dawn’s cart,
Each day with its fight,
It’s a tenacious walk into light.
A mysterious hand strives to reach for me,
I sail on a turbulent sea,
It’s a world in the dark,
I search for an escape footmark.
I have gone miles on this way,
Hope is an essential ray,
I look deep into my mind,
Searching for answers to why I’m a different kind.
No one speaks,
Though darkness seeks,
Redemption wades,
Until gloom fades.
May 11, 2024.
He came in human flesh,
So He would see someone like me,
He wore the robes of pain, grief and struggles,
So He could relate to my emotions.
He took the fall,
So He could understand why I stumble,
He left his lofty throne to walk down the streets of mortals,
To show them the path to immortality,
Desirous that they would listen.
He took on the body that was susceptible to time,
So that He would conquer its recalcitrant hold,
He came in our similitude,
Bound by the elements of nature,
Bound by His creations,
So that He would return in
the volume of all that was written about Him.
He was chauffeured by dawn,
Called to slumber by the night,
Until He had opened the door for us out of darkness,
Until time laid under His feet.
May 8, 2024.
I stood in the field of the lost,
Called from my slumber,
I found myself in this forever field,
They walked in silence and serenity,
The wounded, the wearied and the troubled.
Snatched by the hands of time and clime,
They were taken out of sight by the night,
They had walked the last mile of their sojourn,
The midnight train had chauffeured them to the beyond,
To a sanctuary of solace and solitude.
I wondered why they had come to this field,
Did they come to seek the unwritten?
Did they come to find answers to their troubled existence?
Have they come to fellowship?
The field looked fallow and faceless.
A wind blew and I was taken away,
It was a vivid vision,
One of the deepest I had seen,
One that left me amazed and awed,
Life has segments where nothing sounds when it falls.
April 17, 2024.
Mountains are part of life’s journey,
They’re obstructions that separate us from our treasures,
They’re impediments that divide us and the meadow,
Mountains are signposts to greener pastures.
Each day I see strengthens me to move mountains,
Each night I’m chauffeured through pulls me up the mountain,
The closer I get to the Father,
The higher it takes me up mountains,
The deeper I dig into His Word,
The better cliffhanger I become.
Though some mountains are recalcitrant,
They’re restraints to keep me on track,
They’re pride pruners,
They remind me that I’m not superhuman.
Visions aid me to move mountains,
The future I see strengthens my feeble hands.
February 11, 2024.
Leaving yesterday behind,
Casting my net into today’s sea,
Launching into the deep,
Awakening sleeping hope.
Adding my colour to the day’s portrait,
Finding my feet on its ground,
Scripting my verses into its symphony,
Strengthening feeble hope.
Finding a door through the night,
Searching for a pathway through twilight shadows,
Dispersing recalcitrant darkness,
Chauffeured by rejuvenated hope.
Tunneling through the gloom,
Looking beyond the shrivelled meadow,
Symphony of redemption from heaven’s portals,
Soaring on the wings of hope.
January 19, 2024.
The shadow folks are not mere men,
They're strangers who hide in the night,
They're men armed to fight,
Fear is their initial weapon.
The shadow folks are the twilight assailants,
They're chauffeured by the night chariots,
They're turbulence patriots,
They're the dark warriors.
My father said they dwell in the myth of the mind,
He said they're injurious to the mirror of the mind,
He calls them strangers from the deep,
The phantom that the mind can choose to keep.
I'll push them away from my room,
I'll disperse their penetrating gloom.
January 10, 2024.
She's deeply asleep,
I'm awake,
As if something is at stake,
It’s the hands of the night.
The night calls me from my slumber,
There's a tranquil flow in my chamber,
I traverse the night's highway,
I'm chauffeured by the unseen.
I go through a gate,
There's not much of a wait,
I'm haloed by a light,
I see the book.
My thoughts are permuted,
My mind pierces through the gloom,
She's in the slumber room,
We're worlds apart.
October 3, 2023.
We left the light,
We sojourned in the night,
We journeyed in the dark,
The night held sway.
It was so long a night,
It was so prolonged a fight,
We traversed shrivelled meadows,
Followed by our shadows.
An absence of light,
Wearied our hearts,
An unwritten absence,
Chauffeured a gloomy presence.
We saw light afar,
As we moved closer,
It dimmed and died,
Like a falling star.
September 27, 2023.
Into the night we go,
On its tranquil sea, our boats we row,
Through its wood, we travel,
There's a mystery we seek to unravel.
There are treasures hidden in the night,
Away from encroaching light,
We go through the night's gate,
Buoyed by courage and fate.
The creatures of the night trouble our minds,
We're assailed by tempestuous winds,
We push beyond the borders,
We're bewildered by the shadowed wonders.
We find a book with its pages turning,
Haloed by the morning,
We're chauffeured back,
We can see through the dark.
The night comes like a thief,
We shudder like a leaf,
We're afraid of its early arrival,
What it usually brings is not anything trivial.
We hear the cries of the lost,
The ambience is pervaded with dust,
We see shifting shadows,
We're chauffeured to shrivelled meadows.
We see fallen trees,
We see a place gone away from bliss,
Nature is stripped of its glory,
We're in gloom territory.
The night hangs a load on us,
We seek to know its course,
We're trailed by a melee symphony,
Our souls seek dawn's harmony.
September 15, 2023.
She thought she had the answers to everything,
Life chauffeured her on the highway of bloom,
It was a symphony of love within,
She had all the good things coming to her room.
With time she saw the other side of life,
Her meadow was scorched,
She became a troubled wife,
Her glamour was botched.
She was torn and shattered,
She was cloaked by the night,
Pomp and pageantry no longer mattered,
She had a plethora to fight.
She lived in the shadow,
Until the ashes left her meadow.
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