Get right into Ephesians 4:1-16

Poem: Who Dares Rouse Levianthan

 

Poem: Suspected Masterpiece

A corner was all that remained of the painting

- a luminous lily with its shadow on the pond below.

No-one cared enough to pay for an appraisal.

Who could cash in on a mere fragment? So none now would know...

if the fire's victim that day

had actually owned a Monet.

He'd found it as an old man, stored deep in his loft.

Of a sudden everyone in the neighbourhood was his friend -

though behind their hands they all whispered with some glee:

"What if it was stolen or was a counterfeit in the end? 

He is most to be pitied, they say,

if it is not a true Monet.

What will he do with all the money from the sale?"

What generosities owed and impatiently expected?

All had jealous motive and opportunity 

None were accused by the police because all were suspected.

And he was most despised in that way

because it was a true Monet.

06/2023

Get right into Ephesians 3

Poem: IT’S A SQUARE CIRCLE - IT'S A CIRCULAR SQUARE.

It’s a square circle - it’s a circular square 

The dress is gold - the dress is blue. 

Two of a kind is a kind of pair - 

your one add one is not my two. 

Follow the science if the science behaves. 

Denial: a defence for the caught in the act. 

We are free to believe if the belief enslaves 

while opinion has become a kind of fact. 

A picture once painted a thousand words 

but footage has become irrelevant. 

Manipulation of film has been perfected, 

there is all the room in the world for an elephant. 

But this truth for most is too much to bear. 

It’s a square circle - it’s a circular square

Get right into Ephesians 2:11-3:1 (and 3:14)

Poem: Drowning Garden

In the final week they still swept their floors.

A gate was mended on the third last day -

the people in the village so stuck in their way,

that some, in leaving, even locked their doors

as if to hold back the dam tide -

frail wooden levees that will not hold.

They die hard: the habits of old,

and cannot be casually cast aside.

There is a nephilum here, in the leafy dark,

staking his plants and pulling out weeds,

though the distant coffer dam is broken.

As in the days of Noah and his ark,

the gardener labours in vain for vain needs,

ignoring the government prophecy spoken.

My latest poem. I wonder if anyone will be able to understand its meaning and deeper meaning.

Get right into Ephesians 1:15 - 2:10

Get right into Ephesians 1:1-14