Blackcurrants
Will you come first or will the blackcurrants, my little one
When they flourish in the fading summer?
We have watched them from the start, from the very
beginning,
When it seemed the winter would never retreat.
We felt the wind rustle the perfumed leaves, rejoicing every
day
As we passed them on the way to work and home again.
That was when you were no bigger than a blackcurrant.
We waited until we heard the robins begin to sing-in the
spring.
We watched while the flowers budded, bloomed and died,
Leaving bare stalks with a vague promise of more to come.
And now, little one, green orbs populate the branches –
Abstractly foreshadowing the currents they will become,
Teasing the impatient birds and me in their bitter youth.
You, will still be waiting, inside, when I am eating
blackcurrants
On my way to work.
When you arrive, little one, the birds will be lamenting the
end of summer
Nostalgic for the blackcurrant harvest.
An attempt at worship song lyrics...
Your presence, like water,
Refreshes a thirsty soul.
Your sacrifice, so perfect
Brings the sinner to your fold.
Lead me to you through the crowd
Of false voices pressing in
Let me adore, on bended knee, the only king
I must not guild you in silver or gold
To understand your might,
For all that they can do,
in earthly form
Is to reflect your light.
May I, like gold, be your reflection in my life.
Your every word, like dew fall,
Refreshes a thirsty world.
All that you teach, so perfect,
Builds and shapes your church.
Let me be silent in the storm
To feel your sacred power
Let me be listening to you through every hour.
