Truth is rising light
Truth displays like a beacon
Truth will now emerge
Copyright Francis 2020
Haiku: Truth
Category: poems
Haiku: Clouds
Suggestive shaped clouds
A glorious mixed palette
Waiting for the show
Copyright Francis 2020
Winter’s Masque
Rooks settle
squawking on willow,
blotches of black
against interminable grey.
Patches of snow remain,
dappling the manky grass,
where a lone sparrow
hops around, in hope.
The limp Union Flag
smothers St George
in the dank, freezing air,
a nation sleepwalking
in a bizarre masque.
Winter’s privation bites
deeper this year;
do the birds suspect —
do they know?
And where do we go?
Copyright Francis 2020
I Believe (for Advent)
As the song relates
in my happy-ever-after moments:
I believed in the Israelite.
What a circuitous, tortuous route
this mind has been dragged through,
chained to the runaway horse
called magic, or deception,
along with most of the world,
sore and buffeted
through cyclone and fire,
the machinations of men.
I take on board
the doubts and conjecture —
did such and such ever exist;
yet I have studied the shroud
and the napkin of truth — to me
science and the Spirit are one.
So this year as Advent moves
relentlessly on to that crystallization,
when Sol’s southern tropic is reached,
with the death of the sun,
the incarnation of the Son
and the Word,
switching northward towards Light and hope,
I feel my soul and sinews ignite.
This time, more than any other time,
I believe in the Israelite.
Copyright Francis 2020
Saint Nicholas
Wonderworker,
we are lost in confusion.
Bring us the warmth of Myra,
the beam of your smile
and the hope of all saints:
The only gifts we seek are life
and clarity.
Copyright Francis 2020
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