Matrix Moments

Your light shines
cutting worlds of grey
a beacon
on a rocky headland
Lifting hope
in stormy seas
a promise of warmth
a promise of home
a promise of new life
Light of the world
cutting the black fog,

Our eternal guide.

Starting Thoughts: The light of the world shines through the fog, cutting a reality into our lives and providing a way home.
Poem Topic Tags: #guide, #home, #light, #lighthouse, #reality, #storms, #world
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Hope slippery like
Soap on a rope
dissolving
disappearing down 
the sucking plug hole,
I summon hope
but it slips away into
thin darkness,
I pull Hope up
Clinging to it
and it circles 
the drain again
disappearing tendrils of me
self immolation drip by drip
despair that focuses on despair
Pain that focuses on pain.

From distress depths
deep in the sewer
I look up, seeing

a descending anchor of hope
fastened to heaven's mercy seat
Strong in God’s love
Secure in the cornerstone
Fastened to the rock

This anchor
emerges through the
bleak suffocation above
Shining like a star
A beacon I can choose
A saviour I can choose,

Now within me
Hope rising
Heart burning
on the inside
I discover
Hope cannot be a feeling
it is a person,
Anticipation in the blackness
Passion igniting
as I see this person, Jesus
the sure hope 
Foundation of faith
Jesus the hope of Glory
Jesus glories’ hope in us.

I stand on
the anchor
secured, home
Darkness surrounds
but somehow I’m
in a different place
Same time
Different place -
Hope full.

Starting Thoughts: How solid is hope? If our future hope relies on money or jobs or even others will we always have a trustworthy hope? Is it possible that only God can be the sustainer of hope?
Poem Topic Tags: #anchor, #darkness, #despair, #hope, #love, #foundation, #rock, #saviour, #security
Posting Tags: #artist, #christian, #creativewriting, #god, #jesus #instawrite, #poems, #poetry, #poetsofinstagram, #poetryisnotdead, #poetrycommunity, #poetryinmotion, #spilledink, #spokenword, #typewriter, #videos, #wordsmith, #writing, #writinglife, #writerscommunity, #writerscorner, #writersofinstagram,

Early dawn’s golden light
seeps through Galilee hills
night's shadows washing
colour into bushes,
Lake washes
gentle to the white stoned shore,
morning embers
dance red on cloud's edges,
morning embers
glow red
in the fire
surrounded by stones,
fish cooking,
disciples relaxing,
in wonderment of 
encountering Jesus.

"Peter, Come walk with me”
Jesus unlimbers
from the fire companionship
walking with Peter
across the beach
stones and sand
into a personal experience
deep and tough,
Jesus stops
looking into Peter’s eyes
lifting his hand to Peter's shoulder
asking the past into Peter’s mind

“Do you love me?”
“Do you love me?”
“Do you love me?”

and years of discipleship
three cock crows
hiding in the dark
fears of past weeks
joy of the last minutes 
with Jesus lakeside;
All collapse swirling in Peter’s mind.

And in dawn’s warmth
the beach pebbles smile
and turn their faces
to the sun,
even they cry out ‘God',
and Peter’s soul
Softens, releases
the same chord
of love in his heart,
a love covering all times
a love permeating all of him
soaking passion into Peter’s mind,

“Jesus, you know I love you."

Starting Thoughts: From betrayal to love, from darkness to sunrise, from feeling a failure to becoming a rock that faith will spread and be built on. Peter responds to the question on the shore of Lake Galillee.
Poem Topic Tags: #breakfast, #disciples, #faith, #fishing, #gallilee, #lake, #love, #passion, #peter
Posting Tags: #artist, #christian, #creativewriting, #god, #jesus, #instawrite, #poems, #poetry, #poetsofinstagram, #poetryisnotdead, #poetrycommunity, #poetryinmotion, #spilledink, #spokenword, #typewriter, #videos, #wordsmith, #writing, #writinglife, #writerscommunity, #writerscorner, #writersofinstagram,

From unnatural darkness
in the midst of loss and grief
from hell's silence came a heartbeat
light shattered dark into new belief

Born again in resurrection
Jesus simply stepped through the grave
and walked in surrounding gardens
the risen Saviour alive to save

In a whisper of salvation
Christ approached Mary near the tomb
Eyes not seeing her saviour
His words forever changed her gloom.

In the doubts of disciples meeting
In the fear and in the pain
Jesus appeared to show all
God’s kingdom would now reign.

From unnatural darkness
in a world of hurt and questions
Jesus now also asks us
can my power bring new directions?

Starting Thoughts: Simple moments in a garden against a backdrop of the powerful resurrection. Often we don't hear God's voice or recognise him in our life as we are focused on grief, pain, expectations of what God should be doing or can't do - and then He meets us!
Poem Topic Tags: #celebration, #cross, #easter, #grief, #hell, #human, #loss, #reality, #redeemed, #resurrection, #risen, #sunday, #sunrise
Posting Tags: #artist, #christian, #creativewriting, #god, #jesus #instawrite, #poems, #poetry, #poetsofinstagram, #poetryisnotdead, #poetrycommunity, #poetryinmotion, #spilledink, #spokenword, #typewriter, #videos, #wordsmith, #writing, #writinglife, #writerscommunity, #writerscorner, #writersofinstagram,

Standing the darkness
Caught in between
Sacrifice and victory
Living now in the unseen.

Knowing grief - brokenness
Loss and confusion
Saturday’s waiting time
Awareness of being human.

Resurrection Sunday ahead
Joy and celebration
Right now stalled life
Hope seems just illusion.

Trapped in cloying dark
Time spinning to atrophy
Entangled dusk, joyful sunrise
My place of reality.

Jesus survived the same
Three Days of hell’s extremes
Then resurrection changed the game
Death to life, He redeems!

Starting Thoughts: The time between Good Friday and Resurrection Sunday seems to ebb in flow a different reality that seems closer to human life. A mix of grief and wonderment, pain and celebration, waiting and ready to move on.
Poem Topic Tags: #celebration, #cross, #easter, #goodfriday, #grief, #hell, #human, #loss, #reality, #redeemed, #resurrection, #sunday, #sunrise
Posting Tags: #artist, #christian, #creativewriting, #god, #jesus #instawrite, #poems, #poetry, #poetsofinstagram, #poetryisnotdead, #poetrycommunity, #poetryinmotion, #spilledink, #spokenword, #typewriter, #videos, #wordsmith, #writing, #writinglife, #writerscommunity, #writerscorner, #writersofinstagram,

stillness, holding in the moment
awaiting the voice of breaking dawn
feeling the breath of welcome
warm and full of a thousand hugs,
resting
in breath with breath
pausing
in the slowing of time
waiting
in the slowing of thoughts
lingering
in the smile from God
remaining, holding
in the love of grace

come and rest
untie the straps, let your burden fall
rise 
and drift on the quiet breeze
with a thousand seeds
floating hopes living in eternity
knowing God's love in reality

live.

Bible Verses: 1 Kings 19: 11-13, Acts 17: 28, Psalm 27: 14, Psalm 139:7, Psalm 32: 7, Exodus 33: 14, John 1: 4, John 14:16, Ephesians 4: 6, Habakkuk 2: 20, Psalm 46: 10
Starting Thoughts: Finding a true awareness of God, being still in His presence, soaking in His love.
Poem Topic Tags: #burdens, #grace, #love, #meditation, #presence, #quiet, #quiettime, #rest, #slowing, #stillness, #time
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Rain travels
trickling down
window pathways
gravity pulling my thoughts
deeper into my mind,
images of media, news,
hopes and blues
drop into a dark whirlpool.

I look out further...
Beyond the pane
autumn trees
poke skyward,
each trembling leaf a 
colour celebration
of life from death.

Life from death…
reminds me of Jesus
explosion of life in darkness

I feel warm inside.

Starting Thoughts: Just looking out the window on a rainy morning, covid 19 stalking the world, and Autumn painting its colours.
Poem Topic Tags: #autumn, #covid19, #cross, #death, #home, #life, #mind, #pain, #rain, #resurrection, #warmth
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If I were in charge of the world
fitness would be eating ice cream
guns would melt away
and global warming would be global just right.

If I were in charge of the world
old age would mean thirty year old bodies
young age would have more common sense
and middle age would eat more ice cream.

If I were in charge of the world
politicians would turn green if they lie
everyone would stop to enjoy beautiful moments
and digital devices would stop when overused.

If I were in charge of the world
Almond chocolate would be a fruit
A hug would last for twenty seconds
And a person who sometimes left the toilet seat up
Who liked to bike and spend time with his grandson
Who sometimes buys too many gadgets
Would still be in charge of the world.

Starting Thoughts: How would us being in charge of the world make it a different and better place? Can you place some humour into this form of poetry as well? What will make your version of this poem unique?
Poem Topic Tags: #ageing, #children, #gadgets, #global, #icecream, #leadership, #moments-in-time
Posting Tags: #artist, #education, #edutech, #coding #creativewriting, #instawrite, #poems, #poetry, #poetsofinstagram, #poetryisnotdead, #poetrycommunity, #poetryinmotion, #spilledink, #spokenword, #typewriter, #videos, #wordsmith, #writing, #writinglife, #writerscommunity, #writerscorner, #writersofinstagram,

How can we see
with two eyes?

Two eyes that
look across a nation
look into a womb
Look at the same moments
Look at the same realities.

One sees unborn life
a miracle moment
a boy or girl
anticipated child
already part of a family
Talked about, scans adored,
arms, legs, mind, heart
so formed
it could be born now and live,
a baby.
Secretly cherished in anticipation,
now past a time
where parents accept the hope
of full term
seen as a life to protect,
Shared with ripples of separation
To Family, grandparents, 
close friends, social media
A joy hope treasured
Heart held.
A Second eye
sees pain
labeled a foetus
distance from emotions
through a medical term
No easy answer
to this unborn complication
always a situation
persuading full termination
    the mind stress
    the so wrong rape
    the women’s rights body
all true
inconvenient reality
convenient reality?

A blinded world that has
Lost sight of love
for a mother
for motherhood
for a death row baby.
Are we not as strong
as our care for weak
as our care for the voiceless?

How can we see
with both eyes?

Starting Thoughts: Abortion is a contentious issue no matter what side you are on. The question is - are we really willing to look at and empathise with the pain on both sides, are we really willing to decide what constitutes life for both mother and baby?
Poem Topic Tags: #abortion, #babies, #baby, #death, #eyes, #foetus, #life, #love, #parenthood, #parenting, #parents, #pregnancy, #termination, #womb
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Histories appointed time
Witnesses in groups
scattered around the hill,
Centurions guarding
clutching weapons and discipline
Eyes watching cross nailed body
One of Rome’s three erected punishments,
Disciples grief clustered 
mother, brother, friends, disciples
broken hopes pierced with
shards of possibilities,
strangers there just to watch
nervous after earthquakes
had thrown all to ground
and blackness cloaked the sun,
Mockers stood angrily close
Pointing fingers and bitter tongues,
Serpents in the distance
Priests and Pharisees
politicians and Sadducees
manipulators and blamers
Covering hypocrisy
Pulling the strings of greed
and charlatan history 
to the skull shaped hill,
Watching in awe and dread 
the risen dead
holy people from tombs
laughing and 
walking Jerusalem’s streets.

And the waiting
the waiting
Starts
the waiting
the waiting...

For some this time
Pauses life
Suspends talking, hugging, futures,
For others
relief and business as usual,
For others 
covering the lies
coating the death dealing
in white paint
lime wash on the bodies.

Three days journey
emotions and thoughts
questions and statements,
And Earth shifted again
And Jesus simply walked
from death’s depths,
The power to raise from
one death
once for all
One death
was risen
with the power
to bring life
eternally, always, without fail
for all.

Starting Thoughts: At the dividing time in history - a story, a fable, a truth? Jesus who walked Earth, was crucified and rose from the dead at Easter. For you, once and for all.
Poem Topic Tags: #cross, #death, #easter, #golgotha, #jesus, #pharisees, #power, #resurrection, #risen, #sadducees
Posting Tags: #artist, #christian, #creativewriting, #god, #instawrite, #poems, #poetry, #poetsofinstagram, #poetryisnotdead, #poetrycommunity, #poetryinmotion, #spilledink, #spokenword, #typewriter, #videos, #wordsmith, #writing, #writinglife, #writerscommunity, #writerscorner, #writersofinstagram,