Shadows
We make our own cross
When sorrow comes to haunt our days
But whichever god you follow
The pain and grief stubbornly stays
You think you have defeated me
No more worshipping you say
But if you wait for long enough
Until the shadows lengthen
And the world grows silent
This is when the shadows move
Across the bleak earth
In search of the dark angel
Their forbidden lord
When time is suspended
And the light is abhorred
This is when you will wish for me
To bring back the light before the fall
And you will long for me
In that space of time
Between the choice of the shadows
And the eternal soul
*****
Although this poem has been written for some time I have written these notes about the poem after seeing the desperate plight of the survivors in Turkey and Syria in the past two days. As each hour goes by the death toll goes up after the devastating two earthquakes and aftershocks in their countries.
What is true desperation? I think we have been witnesses to it in these terrible days. Sometimes in our lives there are times when desperation strikes, when all is at a loss. It can take many forms and be a different experience for each one of us.
But I am not going to dwell on this. I can only tell you that my own personal experience of desperation afforded me a shattering realisation, one that ultimately opened my heart wide to belief.
This poem might well be cold comfort for some. For others they might look for a light.
But may you find peace in your life.
This image belongs to my series of works that form my ‘Christ Tree Poems’ and you can find them in my Album here on Flickr.
I have also paired this work with Lisa Gerrard’s ‘Sanvean’ [I Am Your Shadow] which is perfect for this work, as she communes with the Divine in her own powerful moving way with her voice.
And if you would like to see more of my work, please visit my website at:
Shadows
We make our own cross
When sorrow comes to haunt our days
But whichever god you follow
The pain and grief stubbornly stays
You think you have defeated me
No more worshipping you say
But if you wait for long enough
Until the shadows lengthen
And the world grows silent
This is when the shadows move
Across the bleak earth
In search of the dark angel
Their forbidden lord
When time is suspended
And the light is abhorred
This is when you will wish for me
To bring back the light before the fall
And you will long for me
In that space of time
Between the choice of the shadows
And the eternal soul
*****
Although this poem has been written for some time I have written these notes about the poem after seeing the desperate plight of the survivors in Turkey and Syria in the past two days. As each hour goes by the death toll goes up after the devastating two earthquakes and aftershocks in their countries.
What is true desperation? I think we have been witnesses to it in these terrible days. Sometimes in our lives there are times when desperation strikes, when all is at a loss. It can take many forms and be a different experience for each one of us.
But I am not going to dwell on this. I can only tell you that my own personal experience of desperation afforded me a shattering realisation, one that ultimately opened my heart wide to belief.
This poem might well be cold comfort for some. For others they might look for a light.
But may you find peace in your life.
This image belongs to my series of works that form my ‘Christ Tree Poems’ and you can find them in my Album here on Flickr.
I have also paired this work with Lisa Gerrard’s ‘Sanvean’ [I Am Your Shadow] which is perfect for this work, as she communes with the Divine in her own powerful moving way with her voice.
And if you would like to see more of my work, please visit my website at: