My children this is dad, whenever you are sad,
Talk to God, he will listen to you.
Think of something to say, to Him everyday.
At this age, that's what I try to do.
I can say this is true, He keeps his word to me and you,
Throughout my life he always did.
He spoke to my mind, every night at bedtime,
When I was a little kid.
You won't have a clue, when He's speaking to you,
His who, what, why, where, and when's.
When you spend so little time with Him on your mind,
But all day you'll it's your phone and your friends.
The One who took clay, to make humans one day,
Then gave us His lifegiving air.
But we choose to repay, by watching TV everyday,
To our Creator, we hardly even care.
The older you get, each day you will regret,
That you didn't give Him much of a try.
That question will haunt you, again and again,
As you lay awaiting to die.
I use to serve trays at the Bay Pines VA,
For some patients I was the last person they'd see.
They had regrets for the God whom they neglect
Saying, I hope he has forgiven me.
Family is important, so are people and friends.
You might not see God now.
But you will when your life ends.
Love Dad...
A poet's heart gives the soul life
Whilst lifegiving blood sings of strife.
It trusts and beats with steady time
Whilst imagery dances the poet's rhyme.
Amorous in Orange, Grey, Red, and Blue
It exists at once in every coloured hue.
It laughs, it sins, it tolls and rings
It loves and hates and grieves and sings
A poet's heart is many novels unread
But the bardic heart is never wooden or dead.
I'm drifting Lord, I'm all at sea,
You came along and uplifted me,
No rudder Lord, i'm feeling shallow,
Lord, be my guide and I will follow.
I'm drifting Lord, I'm all at sea,
Lord I pray,come, rescue me,
Alone was I to sit and cry,
You gave comfort by and by.
The world's so big, so cold and cruel,
Your love to me is lifegiving fuel.
When I am feeling close to You,
My world is safe and warm and true.
Friend, if you are feeling low today,
just get on your knees and pray.
You'll be amazed that when you do,
You'll find the Jesus Way is true.
© Dave Timperley 2012
FRUITY VOICE
Her voice reminds me of laughter barely suppressed
An energetic spirit tugging constantly at the rope
A caterpillar turning to butterfly at any moment
Her voice sounds like lifegiving fruit
Not serious, self-important fruit like geometrically precise pineapples
Or pompous, overfed watermelons
Too heavy to lift
Not business fruit like apples, on duty keeping doctors away
Or bananas waiting to do their slippery work under feet
Or blackberries, whose careers lie in jam
But mischievous fruit like grapes or cherries
Which roll away like playful children when you’re not looking
Or fallen raisins on the carpet pretending to be part of the pattern
Fun-loving fruit like mandarin oranges around the Christmas tree
Basking under the Christmas lights, enjoying the glitter
Of tinsel and the smell of pine needles
Small fruits which enjoy life,
Laughing as they jostle each other in their bag,
And which could easily become bubbly wine if tempted.
Her ripened voice -
The spontaneous fruit of a lifetime
Of growth and maturing, and regeneration :
Aliment for my soul’s ailment.
What dreams, these I've taken?
What lives, these I'm living?
You dream, I hope.
You laugh, I think.
You need, I want.
Want more? What more?
Giving, receiving,
Needing, demanding,
Sleeping, praying.
Where are you?
Where is that love we shared?
Those cavities we created?
There is no answer.
Give thee thy daily bread.
In giving and repenting,
Shall I be heard?
Lords they hear, and Gods give
[Their God’s gifts]
These words, not life, not love.
Or lovers to each other.
Not anything.
Not yours, not mine.
Not you, nor me.
Destined paths, paths destined.
They inter-twine and bend before breaking.
Do you feel those thorns around you?
Imbedded pain so deep.
I heard crying.
Before and after,
And many times that fell between.
And so on to forgiving.
Hating, spite,
And spiteful hatred.
Hateful and revenging.
Remorseful and repenting.
Show no reward.
That we served time,
And that our time was served.
Or how hungry I am feeling.
How swollen are my breasts.
How much do you know of love?
Of giving breath into new life?
You’ll know nothing more,
And I’ll know much less.
Leaving only those sweet words,
Upon your dying breath:
‘I loved someone, once.’
Thanksgiving
Thank you Lord
for giving us Life
for giving us Family
we thank you, Life
Thank you Family
for giving us Love
for giving us Friends
we thank you, Love
Thank you Friends
for giving us Time
for giving us Memories
we thank you, Time
Thank you Memories
our soul’s souvenirs
for giving us Comfort
as the days turn to years
c Copyright 2008
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