Oh ye

Oh ye of little faith

Where has hope gone?

A smile doth be lost

Now only wan.

Is that all ye can stir

This full, bright day?

There must be more whence it came

To satisfy one’s love, come what may.

For without belief one’s hope is lost for good

Forever, now one’s faith be gone

And ye be destined to live alone anon.

The only hope is to begin anew

In which case hope, faith and belief will brew,

But charity in absentia remains,

For now there is no need.

On this full, bright day ye will see the sun

To allow us once more to love as one.

the eyes of man

What do we see through the eyes of man?

The sun shining bright on a summer’s day

Or the dark grey storm-clouds of winter?

What do we see through the eyes of man?

The beauty of youth in a red dress

Or the empathy of ageing in a wheelchair?

What do we see through the eyes of man?

The stupidity of ignorance in those who know it all

Or the well-utilised knowledge of those who want to learn?

What do we see through the eyes of man?

The arrogance of a man who knows no better

Or the humility of a woman who compliments others?

What do we see through the eyes of man?

The stupidity of a bureaucrat who builds a kingdom through procedure

Or the spirit of an entrepreneur building his kingdom through invention?

What do we see through the eyes of man?

Regret for past mistakes that encapsulate our life

Or the promise of the future where trust and faith abound?

What do we see through the eyes of man?

The sun shining ever brighter, even in winter

Or dark clouds surrounding our thunderous end?

What do we see through the eyes of man?

Is it death, destruction and dissatisfaction

Or does life, belief and hope truly spring eternal?