For some reason, the distant scenes have drawn nearer,
whilst the foreground has begun to drift into view in fragments
of even larger images
Appearing and disappearing
Perspectives rush past
At arm’s length
I cross horizons like a zebra crossing
On the streets I see my reflection
In the windows of houses that stand
Three thousand miles from where I am
I can hear Bartók’s First Violin Concerto
Which the last time I listened last summer
I’ve no explanations of what’s happening
A vast world
Is showering me with a flood of unanswered requests
I stand beneath an invisible avalanche
Requests, requests, requests, and each one
Has a ‘return to sender’ stamp
My sense of perspective is gradually returning
I see a row of houses, somehow familiar to me
Rows of green recycling bins
Standing in the bright sunshine, on that street
Where I never quite managed to take a walk.
My mom looked in the mirror, It made her face clearer, She forbaded me to go nearer, The mirror had become her dearer, Her act was fun for hearer.
When I am dead,
all the things I wrote,
all the things I said,
that made you criticize,
irritated and distressed,
made you uncomfortable
in your heart and the head,
will become dearer,
be the sorrow a real good measure,
will bring tears
if you let the thought stand nearer
and will turn into love instead.
The love that I wanted and you
did not understand.
(27.03.2025)
Look at me.
I’ve climbed a tree
Just to see
Your mystery.
There’s not much I wouldn’t do
Just to be nearer to you…
Nearer to you…
From where I stand
Above the land
Everything I may have planned
Falls at your command.
It is fate, our rendezvous.
I must be nearer to you…
Nearer to you…
Do not forget. Let us review.
I must be nearer to you…
Nearer to you…
Call me out,
Whisper or shout.
You are what my life’s about
There’s not a single doubt.
It’s by your love I am made new.
I must be nearer to you…
Nearer to you…
Do not forget. Let us review.
I must be nearer to you…
Nearer to you…
The sun stirs my morning softly,
fragile like the shyest smile,
hesitating...
And, You, with YOUR pure light,
whisper hope that silences shadows,
leaving my fear of the darkest night,
reminding me why I know this blessing,
so alive, a blessing...
Your presence fills me with peace,
with serenity so beautiful and sweet,
Your light flows grace through my belief,
pouring out a message that brings hope,
timeless as eternity...
And, You, with Your gentle grace,
send music through my heart’s beat, rhythms,
softly playing the old hopes,
wisdom stirring my soul to just believe,
never stop believing – even when I’m grieving,
just keep believing…
You restore my hope, my faith, my love
with Your authority, I see – from my heart,
the beautiful that comes alive for the one who sees,
past the miracles fading from a silent breeze,
the wonder of a love that never ends,
a love that stirs the heart to ever hear
the poetry that praises You, my endless light,
the blessing that abides…
throughout all time, You are mine!
The whole reason I have decided to stand in the shadow falling from Your light!
Above: Blue Heaven.
Heavens above:
breath in spaces, breadth of wings,
winding spirals. Loved ones leave:
alive with God.
Looking beyond
tall ladders, high stairs,
finding you, my Lord and my God,
beside: Immanuel.
Nearer our home, when terror strikes
There’s outburst of outrage
In yonder lands, when evil spikes
We then take not umbrage
Let’s help one another
Each soul is our brother
Born from the same Mother
Death catacomb
Nearer our home
06-March-2022
Quietus
Happy birthday, dear Merimar,
Wonder is done by computer;
Though the distance is very far,
Through internet things get nearer.
Topic: Birthday of Merimar Negapatan (March 10)
I’m in your life
for a reason,
though just for
a brief season.
You all ease
by me everyday,
breeze through me
then slip away.
Avoid my glance,
never even stay.
Hurrying by me quickly down this
street in retreat.
I’m in your life
for a reason,
though just for
a brief season.
Forgetting to share
our lovely gift,
by hurrying by
our hearts adrift.
Rarely our heads
do scarcely lift.
Hurrying by me hurrying down this
Street incomplete.
I’m in your life
for a reason,
though just for
a brief season.
May a poem
touch you sure,
capture brief your
heart so pure.
Carry this verse
outside your door.
Then walk by me and smile in this
Street… so replete.
(click on the picture to purchase my poetry book!)
late last night in dreams
I roamed to magical lands
blooms were tall as trees
nearer to warm sun
in rapturous days of gold
giant blooms blushed scents
mauve night rosy dawn
the love affair never ends
peach plum cherry skies
Writers
treading water
—the sound of the falls
(Dreamsleep: April, 2020)
Nearer
by M. Griswold
03292020
Nearer our love two hearts a quiver.
Quiver for love's passions true shiver.
Shiver together so love will deliver.
Deliver to us our essence nearer.
I come nearer You
not for fear of lethal
wrath (fire and brimstone
is not an endearing
persuader)
knowing damnation
never more than a thought
away; even this realization
(having read the Revelation)
has never been enough
to alter my deep clay pace;
this is not why
to You, and to You, alone,
I pray…
but I run to You
after having tried
my own proven
feeble-way;
I come to You with
clearer eyes; as my
ego philosophy dies,
impaled on its own
lance of lies...
falling on its own
long-overdue demise...
world appeal now
seeming smaller when
compared with my own
repenting sighs—as my
once alternative gods
continue to shrivel:
lowly retreating
admitting defeat;
I come to You,
as one looking not
above, but as one
having determined,
there is no
life worth pursuing
outside Your
benevolent love….
Its a situation
What is gone up
Must come down
Its circumstances
What goes around
Must come around
The events are unfolding themselves
Its a mystery
What has been done
Cannot be undone
Its analysis
What has been a regular
Cannot be a guest
The diary is fully booked
Its an honour
What has been cherished
Must be treasured
Its trustworthy
What has been soared
Must be ploughed
The time will tell the tale
The day springs hope a new
shelter through the flames of resistance
although tempted I remain strong
in my dreams I plea
nearer my God to thee
through the weight of resistance
under every circumstance
to stand tall in the twilight of the hour
keep me safe through waking thoughts
out of my stormy grief thy parting ways
through comfort and love left exposed
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