Wandering Dust

Wandering,

Wondering,

Walking the earth,

Earth walking earth.

The dust of the earth,

Rose up and walked on dust,

Now the dust wanders wondering,

how dust came to wonder.

and why like dust,

man blows from,

place to place,

never at peace because he knows,

he is just wandering dust.

Life from dust to dust,

Life wandering the surface of the earth,

Wandering in wonder.

T. Poe 

Feb 2002

I like dust between my toes, sticking when they’ve been wet.

I think of dust storms so destructive yet powerful and amazing,

Dust storms are when men think they can do more than dust can do.

Politicians are oft dust storms, a blinding fog of flaky humanity swirling around.

And to Forgiveness

And to Forgiveness

That I might Forgive

Forgive the one I hate

The one I war against

Against myself

Self will

Will

Will I Am

I Am forgive what I Cannot

Cannot because I seek Perfection

Perfection only seen In Christ

In Christ

In Christ My Perfection

I shall be a reflection of tHis Perfection

But Perfection I will not be

Not Be yet

Yet I will be.

Thomas Poe

November 2000
Oxford

letting go begins

 

Now the letting go begins’

The new I must emerge,

The pain of birth surrounds me,

I am crushed and yet I still hope,

Can It rain? Oh Lord? Can it yet rain?

Shower mercy on this dry land of no tears,

From your cross comes the dew of heaven,

My prayer was answered then and now,

Still I will linger longer in this thou lands.

Now the letting go begins,

Thunder shakes the foundations of this temple,

A cry, clear and crisp and new,

A babe in Christ, reborn today,

29^th April 1999

Etches Penmen