The Voice Within

The godly are like Meadows of flowers yellow Sunkissed and aglow

Great Dover street on a snowy day Even in the repeating hours rayless I have all I need Event in the desolate hours doubt-filled I have all I need LORD, you are beside me In the tear dropped streets, And the mouldy retreats Reached with tired feet LORD, you are all I need So, on your word I feed By your truth, my heart please lead This frozen cloud threatens to hover for long But I will look through it, beyond it, To a time of promises fulfilled For this cloud shall disappear In a rain of love from above But for the while that this winter blows My roots shall see deeper Sink to a place of refreshing waters Seasons may come and go Or refuse to change so But my Father is the same God of love abundant and mercy tender O Lord! let me hear the song you are singing over me this season And I will join in with your melody In a morning rhapsody "Weeping may tarry through the night, but joy comes in the morning" 

 A paper colour wheel Turning in the wind Bright in the sunshine An arresting sight Behind the bare trees Now gently swaying Now still Led by the breeze Not moving in its own strength Perhaps this is how You want me To be led by you And not turn on my own Jesus help me Be carried By the breath you breathe through me

"Turkish?" you may ask this chap Who dons a crimson cap But he would only twiggle his parsnip nose  Or stomp his snowy toes Or set his coal black eyes aglow To express a 'No!' For he was assembled in Bermondsey On a Sunday afternoon in February When 'Valentine' he was christened For it was to google's suggestion* that we listened.  ---------------------------------------- *we googled names of babies born in Feb, and Valentine came up as a search result. Highly amused, Jane and I were quick to name our snowman just that.

'The Breaking Wave' from artgraphica.net Those words were unlike any other I had received In a letter It washed an overwhelming wave Into the depths of my heart It was a warm wave Of love The only true kind That cannot be drowned by many waters Perfect love Conveyed through words Conveyed through the Spirit Conveyed through a covenant friend Who read them out As I shut my eyes and cried This is love That you laid down your life for me To buy me life: Life to the fullest, life eternal Ears listen, faith grows Knees fall to the ground This love Makes me worship Makes me whole

An escape wedged between Income Tax and Angel Islington On monopoly boards where a single entity dominates  Station where colored lines five intersect on a tube map Maroon, Pink, Yellow, Black and Blue What hue was your face As you lay bleeding, a King on a cross? The dice fall from the hands of children hoping For a number that can take them to Mayfair To purchase the land priced most How strange that the fingers Through which the dice slipped onto Calvary's rocks To divide the cloth that robed the tortured man Were the same that lifted up soured wine To the lips of a king on a cross Iesus Nazarenus, Rex Iudaeorum (INRI) Inscribed on wood in languages three This was a game that was not to be lost in translation King's Cross Where the winning move was made As he breathed his last. All shadows of doubt left the barren earth As the sun hid, the curtain tore And He lay underground only three days It's not ju...

Wave after wave washes Over fallen houses built on sand  Sorrow upon sorrow surges Into salty tears that join the sea Comfort, comfort your people father,  As a tsunami of prayer moves eastward  Strength upon strength, let this nation rise, Rebuilt on the rock of Christ. ---------------------------------------- "Though the mountains be shaken and the hills be removed, yet my unfailing love for you will not be shaken nor my covenant of peace be removed," says the LORD, who has compassion on you." (Isaiah 54:10 )

An August morning in Kuala Belait captured by mon frere Redeemed,  Your beloved waits For your triumphal advent. If the entrance of the sun  Shattering dismal skies Can inspire profound awe in us, How much more grand  and terrifying would be The return of  The Son of the Most High! O LORD, for that day  to dawn sooner, When you come to embrace your own! "  ...we wait for the blessed hope -- the glorious appearing of  our great God and Savior, Jesus Christ, who gave himself  for us to redeem us from all wickedness and to purify for himself a people that are his very own, eager  to do what is good"   Titus 2:13-14

Build in me faith like a fire, father To engulf in flames my fragile heart To reduce to embers the fears and fetters And then let it rain in my heart LORD, Rain as you reign Supremely above all sinful devotions Till I am compassionate and wise Made new through you 

Train my ears Father To hear your voice in every weather There are too many voices in my head But it is by yours I want to be led

Worthy of worship is Jesus my Lord Who whilst I was the wandering sheep, Wooed me away from this withering world Which writhes in darkness deep. Wept I when he showed me my rebellion deep red Wither I had disobeyed and from his way fled Woke I to see that he is the life giving bread When wiped he my tears and to grace I was led Wages of my transgressions were paid When wrath of the father on him was laid “Walk away no more, child of mine” he said, “Willingly on that wooden cross I bled” Waves of mercy fell from over high Washing me white that day; Words of truth dispelled every lie, While my sins at his feet I lay Winter to spring quick did turn When he welcomed me in my weakness Wait now I shall for my king’s return Whose might was revealed through his meekness. (January 2011)

On a cold winter night like this A promise was fulfilled When beneath the stars Lay shining a light brighter Born in a manger To die on a cross He redeems the sinner He rescues the lost The light of men is he Who conquered sin for you and me

When the task was announced by Prof. Livingstone The difficulty of it was not unbeknown Try the challenge I did To spend a day in which media I would forbid I decided to take a walk To avoid media's loud talk But just when I thought I had escaped The call of the typed and the taped Buses passed me by draped in advertisement, and 'Barclays' announced bikes ready for rent Next I met a letter in my post box and restaurant flyers from nearby blocks Moodle and email I could not let go All this just went on to show How woven in I am into the media network This is a truth I cannot shirk But, oh! how I wish I could say I survived A day last week, media deprived! ---------- My 'Audience study' class was given a media deprivation exercise by our HOD, Prof Sonia Livingstone. She asked us to stay away from all types of media for a day and then post our experiences on the university's web forum (Moodle). The above was my entry..the exercise revea...

Seeds Sown in the dark Of the good news Of thy forgiving heart Lord impress upon their souls Thy promise of eternity That you so loved them That you died to set them free O Holy Spirit break the bonds That anchor them to lies Into their parched hearts Pour water that truly satisfies Redeemed may they stand To give thee glory Renewed may they walk Into thy magnificent story Triumph may they taste Against the enemy Whom you crushed One day on Calvary Amazed may they live Forever worshiping thee Forever in awe that the God of the Universe Would love rebellious man so deeply Seeds Breathe as they rest Waiting to be watered by the Lord of the harvest.                ------- "neither the one who plants nor the one who waters is anything, but only God, who makes things grow. " 1 Corinthians 3:6-7

I have a friend, her name is Taryno Honesty with God and piping Chai she is unwilling to forgo. Inoubliable times in college to her I owe Oh! the antics we did as Spaz and co. Lately, she has been weary because of a blow These have been testing times, even so In your weakness, our Saviour's strength will overflow He is with you no matter where you go He is at the mountain top and in the plateau When in doubt look at the sparrow, How it is fed, cared for and made to grow Our Father's command now is to live here like a U.F.O But, remember, he is making all things nouveau And we'll be home before you know. My dearest Taryno, I also want you to know That though we dont live at a pebbles throw My lowe for you, I will not outgrow. P.s- when you're is done reading this, I hope your face is aglow!

P.T dear, run to Jesus our refuge and rampart Securely from there every lie you can thwart He is able to accomplish infinitely more Wait on him and like an eagle you will soar Modernism, Romanticism, Indian Literature And every word that tries to paint an impressionist picture You will grasp even without a Roy or Geeti lecture For you have the Lord beside you dear sister With Shakespeare, Conrad and DH Lawrence You may have been to England, Congo and Florence But when that Air India flight in Delhi will be landing Trust in the LORD and not on your understanding Thank you for asking Taz and me to pray Your requests we shall at our father's feet lay In our prayers which shall like fragrance rise First list and single room we shall emphasize Even as we wait to see God's plan In the life of this CS Lewis fan Of this I can boldly assure No lie can this truth obscure- The world will see more of him through you Amidst the plentiful harvest and laborers few. ...

Wind borne,the slender tamarind leaf falls On the open page Quivering,it lies on the straight lines and scribbled words Yellow and crisp,staring at the branch it left naked.

The Silent summer day simmers on As I squirrel away from the foaming spray Avoiding thoughts of you.

First,A languorous slide off the tip of the paint brush And then a fall into my glass. Now it uncoils itself To writhe down the clear water Unable to stand the slow descent, I pull the glass closer Thoughts unstirred dissolve with the drop In liquid clouds that rise Till the bottom of the glass Is curtained by a mellow whiteness.  (written in 2007) http://englishliterarysocietyssc.blogspot.com/2008/10/drop-of-white-paint.html