In Our Hands

In Our Hands

No wife, kids, home; No money sense. Unemployable. Friends, yes. But the wrong sort – The workshy, women, wogs, Petty infringers of the law… … his end? I think we will make it Public, prolonged and painful.   Right, said the baby. That was...
Search Me O God

Search Me O God

Search me, O God, and know my heart today Try me, O Lord, and know my thoughts, I pray See if there be some wicked way in me Cleanse me from every sin and set me free.   I praise you Lord, for cleansing me from sin Fulfil your word, and make me pure within Fill...
God is a Surprise

God is a Surprise

What is belief? A recognition? Who knows of what? If any say He knows, he lies. Who knows what never was begun And will not end? God is a way, And a surprise.   And in that way we cannot choose, For choice deceives us, as it must. We live in sense, Certain at...

A no-where Person

There is no-where in you, a paradise that is no-place and there you do not enter, except without a story. To enter there is to become unnameable. Whoever is there is homeless for he has no door, no identity with which to go out and to come in.   Whoever is...

Sing Without Need of Reply

Sing a new song to the Lord, sing through the skin of your teeth, sing in the code of your blood, sing with a throat full of earth,   sing to the quick of your nails, sing from the knots of your lungs, sing like a dancer on coals, sing as a madman in tongues,...