Rejected Verses 31-40

 31.We only borrow

 

We only borrow

We never own

The clothes we wear

The skin we’re born in.

 

The house we live in

We’re just minding

We’re just guarding

For next of kin

 

We never own

We only borrow

The time and seconds

Since life begins.

 

Until it ends

And we give back then

Swap everything

For a plain coffin.                                                                                            

The great eternal

Always close by

Never distant

Reached by a sigh

 

As we pass finally

From this life lived simply,

Have we already

Started life eternally?

 

 

 

 

 

32.Many people wrote the Bible 

 

Many people wrote the Bible

Some were busy, some were idle

Caring God managed the odd look in

Too many though were obsessed with sin.  

 

Some were happy, some were sad

Many were sane but a few were mad 

It wasn't easy for a God to watch

Who gave men freedom and allowed

The freedom to describe the indescribable. 

 

God must have smiled and laughed at times

When we described in terms of human 

Some humbly closed their books and prayed

To the awesome world that God

had made 

While others faked the drawing plans

With silly stories that were man's. 

 

Why would authors go to trouble 

Describing God in a bubble?

When all that's needed to encounter 

Is sea or sky or solemn mountain?

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                                                            

 

33.September morning

The schools have opened 

The anxious children sit in benches 

As yet the September sun

Says welcome to a lonely beach

 

Gone are the shrieks and cries of little ones 

In one small weekend the world turns 

But not the sea or tide. 

 

Waves Crashing gently on the shore

With dappled sunshine dancing on the eddies

And little birds sing in parting chorus

Ahead of travels south to milder climes 

 

Here I sit in silence 

Pensioned off and welcomed in

To nature’s treasure

Always here for all our pleasure. 

 

 

 

 

 

34.Wexford Buddha 

 

Buddha's looking in the kitchen window

And I am looking out

He's fat and he's smiling

He's jolly and content. 

 

There's a nasty piece of ivy

Climbing up his face

He doesn't seem concerned

But I'll clean him all the same. 

 

Peace permeates

And quietness overcomes

The city stress and lassitude. 

 

Peace envelops silently 

As cares drift away quietly

Unnoticed the salving balm

Of sea and countryside take hold. 

 

                                                                                                   

 

 

35.Our Lady’s Nursing Home

 

The virgins of Dalkey

Are mothers to me

The old and infirm

They care by the sea.  

 

The sisters of Bulloch

Rise early, retire late

Leading the old by the hand

To the pearly gate. 

 

No families, no sons

No lovers, no daughters 

In the battle below 

Like lambs to the slaughter. 

 

Yet maybe it's true that some day

The meek and gentle will have their way

The fearsome lion lying with the lamb

In eternal peace and lasting calm. 

 

 

 

 

 

36.Where trees embrace the sky

 

Along his woodland walk

Enjoyed the birdy talk 

Feathered friends on the wing 

Knowing much more than him

'Bout trees 'n things.  

They taught him how to sing

The silent forest chant

Lifting spirits in a dance

A trance of mystical delight

With wordless hymns

And soaring leafy chords

To high infinity

And far beyond. 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                                                            

37.Thank you for the now

 

Thank you for the now

Tomorrow's but a dream

And last night's past. 

 

Just to enjoy the now

The here and now

It's sweet and lovely. 

Future woes are banished

To future days

And all bad memories

Are filed and locked away. 

 

Why not just enjoy this present moment? 

So special it could last a lifetime 

And so it should 

For good moments have immortal souls 

Embrace them as a teenage lover.

 

 

 

 

38.Blessed are the depressed 

 

Blessed are we the depressed

Who struggle daily 

For we will receive peace and quiet at last. 

 

Blessed are we on medication 

For we will be set free

Of pills and frustration.

 

Bless all with mental illness 

For we shall enjoy the face of God

And our happiness will be multiplied

A hundred fold.

 

Our hunger for peace will be satisfied

And our thirst for joy will be rewarded

And your cup of contentment will flow over

 

The universe will not forget our suffering

It will salute our daily heroism. 

Our daily Everest scaled with courage and good humor. 

 

 

                                                                                                   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

39.It's Original Win, not Sin…

 

Dear people of God, I'm very sorry

That a typo of mine has caused you to worry

The 's' and the 'w' are sadly stored

Closely together on the Qwerty keyboard. 

 

I'll blame it on Genesis,

The book, not the band

The next bible I write

Will be slowly, by hand. 

 

The chapter on Adam

Was written by Eve

In a moment of anger 

But never by me. 

 

I thought you were clever

You'd soon spot my error. 

To me it's abundantly clear

Unlike a dark Guinness

More like a Weiss beer

 

All I created

Is good and is true

Including all people

And certainly you -

The glass on the counter

is more than half full. 

 

Just ask yourself, silly head

Your intentions as you get out of bed 

Is it to kill and maim?

Or head to work and take the train?

 

The world I made is clearly good

I just presumed it would be understood. 

All this talk of sin and death 

It's just bad logic and worse math

Open your eyes and smell the tea -

 

 

What a typo, silly me.

                                                                                                   

 

 

 

 

40. The longer way 

 

I’ll take the longer way

I’ll take the longer stay

I’ll avoid the short cut

Which could be life cut short.

 

Slow the bus, driver,

I’ll get off here

I’ll walk the rest

I’ll remove the stress.

 

Give me the slower way

Lead me the harder stay

Hold my hand in the rain

Release my arm in sun.

 

I yearn for the olden days

I do miss your golden ways

We both were younger

The days stretched longer.

 

I miss you now so terribly

Your image lasts a hundred years

We’ll soon be joined in

Unbroken sleep eternally.