Null and Void

Hope up here

Expectation down there

straddle the void

build the bridge

overcome

love without words

give without gift wrap

surpass all assumption

bypass need for affection

silence we’re not listening

playing records on repeat

strumming songs of defeat

who will intercede

between you and I?

 

Every night is followed by a sunrise

– Native American Saying

Sunrise Dance image – created by Rachel Johnson

Pneuma (Breath of Life)

One simple breath inhaled heavy like dew, set gale force winds in tow

To re-arrange my sentiments, fix my eyes on an other-world abode

The birth was painful like the first, shot like a quivering arrow

Still as a statue outside my sandstone baptism,

this divided my flesh, bone and marrow

 

I returned to life just as it was, but touted a whole new agenda

My circle of friends were aghast at the change,

their replies were like silent surrender

Another life conquered in the spiritual realm, on the North Sydney Bible belt

From an altar to an unknown God – my sacrifice clearly felt

 
Alone among many friends, delivered to Byron Bay’s music fest

Swimming in mud, flowers in my hair, this would put her new faith to the test

We took along a son of a preacher, from the backwater of Mount Druitt ghetto

Jesus shirt, long hair, bare feet, and a heart for all folk, rock and metal.

 

Standing behind him in the communal space

of a crowded purple haze tent city

With multiple bands on multiple stages, belting out blues, dazed in self-pity

He asked them all as they passed us and stared,

had they heard about Jesus’ name?

My heart pounded then, my eyes opened again,

just as much as when Silverchair played

 

So we swam in the mud, we were wrestled to the ground,

not a single clean person around

We walked and we talked, we crowded and surfed,

swam the beaches and baked on the ground

Soaked in tea tree dams to tend to our complexions,

under darkened clouds it pelted down

In the midst of sheer joy my two worlds collided,

I saw that anywhere God could be found.

Wrestling for glory

to wrestle…
Strive
Battle
Combat
Struggle
Contend
Grapple

The kind of gentle fellow who lends us all an ear
Who shares the clothes off his back and casts out all our fears

With but a word and warning, that nought can harm us here
When the power of the all mighty, is ours but to revere

As such, a simple gesture, to pluck off his collar in haste
Trading robes of white for white, a blackbelt round his waist

Just as Jacob endured long night, these duelling fellows and dames
Eternal glory for the fight, lest we forget His name

For the young Reverend..

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Grapplers for Christ

Forza

I remember the feeling so clearly
Something severe was amiss
Walking through doors they smelled fear
Walking through streets was bliss

The occupation was gradual, silent
It crept in through a crack in the wall
The war was bloody and violent
The defences shattered to fall

The trenches were flooded with spies
Who traded their various wares
And carried off secrets, supplies
No innocent person was spared

Then the cavalry came riding free
Rising up with the glorious sun
Led by heavenly beings in three
They fought for the freedom of one

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