Posts Tagged ‘God’


12 August, 2010

“For his invisible attributes, namely, his eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly perceived, ever since the creation of the world, in the things that have been made. So they are without excuse.” — Romans 1:20

This one’s for Aaron. It’s been a helluva long time since I’ve written anything, so please go easy 🙂 I’ll probably refine it at some stage (…right…)

I stopped caring about work
And profits
And junk
And spent two hours at coffee with friends
And another hour, having coffee with friends
And helped some friends teach circuit theory to each other.

I knew of something
You needed to be told
(us engineers, we’re too deaf to hear it on our own)
And something I hoped you’d understand:

I went for a rollerblade today
(that’s not the bit you need to understand)
Along the bike path that kinda trims the beach
But is blocked by heavy bush
And fruit bats.
I watched the ground hard
For every stone and pine-cone
Was another tripping hazard,
And once or twice I searched for
That distant goal.
And as horizons quickened,
And as the air did thicken,
I quick glimpsed up
Just once, just once

The sky had turned a glorious red
And punched bright holes in cloudscapes.
I paused and marvelled
Rolling rolling rolling stop.
And I couldn’t help but wonder if
You looked up from your goals,
Your work, the bumps in the road,
And you’d see something else,
Someone greater,
And his goals,
His work, his bumps in the road,
And one day revel in his glory.


restless and fluorescent skies.

23 September, 2009

the east coast arose today
and found itself suffocating under a thick, red, powdery blanket
that smattered itself onto cars, the footpaths,
my clean white shoes.

Whilst it was clearly not the apocalypse
(as suggested by a few dear friends)
it was almost as good a reminder
of the ubiquitous God,
who draws attention to himself
at the most inconvenient moments.

Today (31st Oct 2008) [Part B]

2 November, 2008

 When we returned, your mum made oolong tea,
and we joked, and spoke of God and science,
Love and death, around that table, where
“so much of your life has taken place”.
That table,
which makes its way into all of your memories,
and few of your stories.

In that moment, I felt comfortable, loved,
welcome, and that I knew you just a small piece better.


20 July, 2008

Give it up for writer’s block! It’s held me in its icy claws for the past…. gosh, i don’t think I’ve actually written anything really good since “In A Station Of The Metro” (see below). Almost as if my brain decided that I’d written one thing really good and that it didn’t really need to function anymore (I’m still quite proud of it in some ways). What’s been happening in the mean time? I tried to start ‘Rag Poets’ again (there’s only a few who know the story there… It’s the other half of where Read Write Prompt 3 led me. Somewhat deeper than the last. About sex and art and beauty and the way they’ve been horrendously taken out of order these days). Anyway, I decided that I really really really wanted to use the gifts God has given me to honour him; and hence, partially inspired by telmcg‘s prompting to keep writing (he left a comment on my blog asking where I’d been, thanks telly!) I started work on ‘Rag Poets’ again. I kinda just never knew how to start it, I guess. Anyway (again), late one Friday Night I wrote this poem for/about God and for/about a friend. For my friend, it’s probably closer to ‘about’, seeing as she doesn’t know about it as I write this. ‘For’ in the sense that I’m sure she will eventually, and probably needs to hear that she’s amazing. I’ve been humbled a bit by the fact that my poetry has lost it’s characteristic rhyme and structure (way to knock me off my high horse) but here it is, in all its modesty: default.

you twain, who spend your days
teasing me out:

Brown Eyes, your subtlety has left to reside
in your window-sparks and your smile.

I guess Elune was praised as a beacon of the Sun
and best in her fullest graces;
and loved o’er all that kingdom
for boldy verging borders.

(And God, you leave me staggered;
please leave me amazed too.)

Peace, love to all.

In That Instant Of Startling Rapport

9 March, 2008

Annabelle spoke, and this held in my thoughts:
Her graces and passions stood out from her flaws.
In all of her plans, I found an enthrall,
And I knew you were there.


6 January, 2008

I came here with
Hopes of knowing Eve
And as we lay
And watched the clouds
And breathed the stars
I found my lover one
Obsessed with shape and possibility.

naiad-whispers II

9 November, 2007

For this post, Fabian will refer to himself in the third person. Why? It makes the story sound so much cooler.

7:00: Our hero is grumpy. Decides to get off his arse and go for a walk.

7:04 (approx): leaves house.

7:08: four minutes down the road, our hero looks at the time on his Nokia 1100 and realises he must have left home at about 7:04.

7:18: sees Dean Gallagher in his car with his brother Martin. Grins, waves, and jokes around for a bit.

7:38: reaches woonona beach. Remembers the words of Malfurion Stormrage: “There’s a storm coming”. Looks out over the water. Wow, what a storm. Realises that God is awesome and so very very powerful, and artistic, as he sits with his bare feet in the sand and his prehistoric jeans and shoes. Muses on this fact until…

7:50: decides it’s time to go – wanna be home before dark.

7:54: looks at phone. Thinks, “No way, it can’t’ve taken four minutes to get from the beach to here!”

7:58: starts raining. Our hero thinks, “Yay! I love the rain.”

7:59: you know how there’s rain, and then there’s RAIN!!!!!? yep. starts RAIN!!!!!ing.

8:00: it’s dark.

8:02: our hero, by this stage, is so wet that if he jumped in a swimming pool, water would osmote OUT of him. This is assisted by the fact that there is such a huge salt content in modern pools.

8:04: our hero is having trouble walking, for the fact that his clothes have gained 6 kilograms.

8:05: Fabs runs out of clever ways to describe how soaking wet he is. He (actually did this) turns off his Nokia 1100 to make sure it doesn’t short-circuit or anything.

8:12: Our hero reaches the first undercover area since he left the beach. Lots of people look at him like he’s an idiot (at least ONE of them was thinking that), but he doesn’t care. Heck, when you’re this wet, it’s not going to phase you too much when people try to rain on your parade (get it?!… sorry).

8:16: Fabian realises the great blogging potential of the last hour and… twelve minutes.

8:23: Our hero arrives home, soaking wet, and in the best mood that ever existed. E-V-A-H (thanks Kirra).

And that’s my story. Right now, i’m sitting in front of my laptop, in my warm house, wearing my comfy pyjama pants, and about to go make some cappucino. Sigh. My friends, this is what life is all about. 😀

The Trick

1 October, 2007

“The trick,” she whispered to me, “is to shut your eyes, shut them tight, and open them only when it’s so dark that you can’t see properly anyway.”

“The trick,” he whispered to me, “is to open your eyes just as the sandstorm hits. What do you mean? You can hear it if you listen hard enough. Shhhh!”
and suddenly, my world is ochres and dustgrain.