Mountains, exotic flowers, and birds slicing the air
Ripples of sound, creation breathing
Beauty in green, purple, blue clothing everywhere
With rampant love, furious, seething.
Mankind, cutting his way, defusing nature's wand
Pillaging earth with pride and boasting
Pushing his war machine with fire and death that bond
The path of greed with victory toasting.
Enter a Man, who meekly pushed the door of hope
A way unknown before, and showing
A light to shine where people in the darkness grope
His endless stream of passion flowing.
The purposed plan would concentrate on Him, where I
In blindness walked away, not seeing
His Shepherd Majesty. Like others I would fly
A kite that lordly named my being.
But Grace cut down my kite which landed at His feet
Not seen again. A fresh wind sweeping
It's mighty, strong, relentless Love that would defeat
And soon produce repentant weeping.
For now I find there is no other One for me
The ever-coloured light reflecting
His glorious face that once endured adversity
In shards of love my heart affecting.
……those shards still pierce my heart; enable me to see
Him pierced for all, and always beautiful to me.
This poem was a finalist in the September 2023 poetry contest