CIRCADIAN RHYTHMS

Evening heralds nightfall
Like thoughts before words;
Night begets morning
And not after its kind;
The sun rises and sets
Always from east to west;
Sleep forces my eyes shut
Holding captive my mind!
 
Daily repetitions
Are the rhythms of life
Each cycle pulsating
The beat of life’s great heart
The tick-tock of time’s clock
From Eternity’s past
Till Forever’s future. 

WHEN I FRET

When I fret ‘cos of tomorrow

Worry and grow sad with sorrow;

And when my confidence doth fail

While fears and challenges prevail;

When I feel like a total wreck

Plunged deep in problems to my neck;

I muster courage and belief

Look heavenward to seek relief,

Speak in faith to the Lord my God

And soon abates the whelming flood.

When I keep the spirit aglow

And through storms my words to Him flow

He restores anew my treasure

Satisfying beyond measure.

      HERE I STAND

Here I stand, alone

In complete denial

That all labour is not gold;

 

Here I stand, grieving

No succour from gnawing trauma

Last glimmer of joy waning;

 

Here I stand, stripped of honour

All life’s work hardly tipping the pan

Scaled against a litany of dreams;

 

Here I stand, deceived by hope

Wondering why great efforts yield little

The many tomorrows produce meagre fruit;

 

Here I stand, mystified

Staring at the mirages of life

Seeking my place in creation’s purpose;

 

Here I stand, again trusting

Believing in tomorrow’s promise

Taken in by others still standing.