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A Moment Between Lyon and Montpellier.

Muted, we watched
as the cheshire cat's teeth morphed
from pearly white,
through plaque yellow,
to blood red.
As the sickle moon descended into its silent grave in the horizon.

Written September 2015. My wife and I were traveling  from Lyon to Montpellier, with some rather awkward covoiturage companions. The sickle blood-moon was ominous and haunting in the silent journey, and I penned this as well as I could in the pitch black of the car. 


Progress Quintain

Listening to directions 
From a drunk man,
Whilst trying to read a map
In the light of a half moon.
Progress is slow.


Written in 2009. 
Persistence in the key!

Endure

What becomes of us?
Circling our ambitions
in tentative pigeon steps,

not awaiting permission
but opportunity, which some take as the same thing.
Anticipation takes our breath until we are light-headed, spinning, it repeats and repeats.
I wish this circle was a spiral, but I recognise my tracks,
our tracks in the flattened grass and compressed dirt.
Our internal voices circle our potential like hungry vultures,
waiting to pick the bones of what might have been, in the approval of regret.

A Poem written as an encouragement for endurance. It's difficult to start new initiatives, to build something sustainable that is in the image of something greater than yourself, to live a Christlike life. Laying foundations feels like walking in circles. But these foundations are important and it is right that it takes time! For, to build without foundations is to build in ignorance, a fatalistic and pointless exercise in egotistical squandering. 
In Romans 5, Paul wrote '... we also boast in our sufferings,knowin…