This is the second poem from ‘Verses for the King’ that has been turned into song.
The musician/composer is James Melelak and the poem is ‘Six Days Creating’
‘Verses for the King’ – Six Days Creating
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Gig 8 – Amersfoort
Final gig, was a smaller gig, this seemed to give people freedom to clap, comment etc. Also didn’t have music which meant that I had more time to play. It was a relaxed and suitable finish to a good week.
Now I embark on a six hour drive on the speed-limitless autobahns and a 24 hour ferry trip.
Verses for the King
Thanks to everyone who pledged and made this possible
‘Verses for the King’ will be published by ‘Vineyard International Publishing’. Release date will be sometime in March 2013.
The final manuscript is in the process of being formatted.
New Car
Praise God he has given us a new car. This is a Ford Focus and it is very nice. Note the NZ on the licence plate.
Good-bye Car
This afternoon we said good-bye to our 1996 Opel Astra. Over the years it has been full of orphanage kids, church people, teams & bands, family and lots of humanitarian aide. We have driven it to the English channel, Krakow, Tallinn and seemingly everywhere in between.
It was and hopefully will continue to be a very faithful car. Cheerio car!
Worst leg forward
Just a quick note.
I have been largely out of action for sometime now. I have started submitting poetry to journals again, but cannot share these with you, because they are considered published and ineligible as soon as I post them. I am also sending my poems to journals that are of a lot higher standard, so am expecting less successes.
I am in the process of putting together a collection of poetry call ‘Verses for my King’, this one is for all of you christians who would like to read my worship poetry at one place. I hope to finish this by October.
‘Peddling the Dirt’ is being seriously held up in the editing process, but is still coming.
In the mean time, I will share some of my older poems that have been rejected by literary journals. I think they are still good, however they are not good enough.
Any feed back on these poems would be welcome.
Cheers Kel
Peter’s Poem
Celebrating the life of a man of God.
Peter’s Poem
ash trays and beer mugs
fire trap, smoke filled basement
jazz piano and double bass
hot humid summer night
A Midsummer Night’s Dream
Sydney Opera House and bridge
Hernandez late night coffee
Ethiopian Vienna
amongst taxi drivers and pimps
grace in the Holy Spirit
feet on the pews
drinking the water of life
driving in your Corolla
leafy Eastern Suburbs
chewing the breeze
Governors, Dunners
reminiscing, looking forward
relaxing, enjoying
and now
E A D G’s run down my face
cigarette smoke clouds my eyes
as the bass fades
upon your rise to glory
it is a whisky coloured sunset
as street lights rise
in the humidity
of our memories
farewell my friend
go in peace
and praise His name
His glorious name
your legacy is much,
your reward is great
fare well
my lovely friend
and praise
His
glorious
name
Birthday
Thank you everyone for my birthday greetings. I went for a 100km bike ride through rural Lithuania.
The whole day was marred with rain and wind, but I enjoyed it all the same.
The photo was taken on the Minija river between Baubliai and Pikteikiai.
Again thanks everyone.
Cheers Kel
Her Journey
In horror she watched
her drunken mother
tumble to her end
and in horror
she read
of her drunken father’s death
ten years institutionalised
and craving the honour
of being treated
as if someone cares for her,
that is her life
cast into the shadows of school
to be tolerated not taught
a bad one, an orphanage kid
drowning in a system
that refuses to acknowledge
her existence
slowly sinking
into the claws of poverty
its talons around her throat
quenching her pain
with the spirits of addiction
until death shares her bed
hopelessness in a hopeless situation
what wells will she draw upon
to extinguish the fires of her hell
what strength will she find to aid
her buckling legs
and whose cloak is wide enough
to cover her despair.
She recognises love
through a fading memory
but has managed to
grab his finger tips
his warmth
permeates her tender body
blocked wells begin to flow
with the little faith she has
she tosses her anchor
from the pits of her confusion
into the waters of her rescuer
and washes her feet
in the river of life
dry bones dance
as the orphan is adopted
hope from hopelessness
for a tethered soul
as the King of Glory
reaches down
and gathers her up
in His redeeming arms
his tears roll down her cheeks
as he washes her scars with his blood
together they rejoice
he in her victory
and she in his radiance
holding his hand
she skips by his side
honoured to be cared for
and allowing her poverty
to drown in the acknowledgement
of his existence.
She sleeps in the light
dreams of her father
and wakes at the beginning
of her uncertain journey
incense rise
angels delight
as our sweet new bride
enters his body
and walks the narrow path
her future is uncertain
the way is wrought with danger
but in the privacy of her mind
she finds peace
her worship
is her smile.
Smoke Filled Basement
Ash trays and beer mugs
fire trap, smoke filled basement
jazz piano and double bass
Hot humid summer night
A Midsummer Night’s Dream
Sydney Opera house and bridge
Hernandez late night coffee
Ethiopian Vienna
amongst taxi drivers and pimps
Driving in your Corolla
leafy Eastern Suburbs
chewing the breeze
Governors, Dunners
reminiscing, looking forward
relaxing, enjoying
Peter this is how I remember you
your stupid dinosaur
and corny smile
God I have a question
they tell me he will die, today or tomorrow
stupid, spiteful, stinkin’ leukaemia
I know the times
the eschatological tension
the kingdom now but not yet
I know you have given
I know you take away
your name will be praised
But I still have a question
a little question
a big question
Selfishly God
he is my friend
and this really hurts
God
the question I have
is simply
Why?
Why God?
Why? Why? Why?
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~3rd Place Editor’s Choice Award
