Whimsical Wander

A whimsical wander to Amsterdam awaits

Bicycles decorated with ivy and old milk crates

Cafe doors leak wafts of the herby plant
And museums merge culture, history and Rembrandt

Burgher barges are caressed by canal currents

While dens of delirious drinkers are dimmed by smokers' scents

We hunt hungrily for Hoegaarden and vegan eats

And discover hallucinatory decor, shisha and trippy beats

Then fall flaccidly into borrowed bunk beds

As memories swirl around our happy heads

Behind the veil

Take off your veil

And behold your bridegroom.

The veil,

Of doubt

Of analysis

Of fear

Of self

Of pride

Of ambivalence

Of shame

Of guilt

Of carnality

Of time.

For the time is near

And He waits at the altar

The Word

The Word of the Lord is a sweet fragrance

An aroma known throughout the earth
The Word of the Lord is like the notes of a composer
Piecing together a beautiful story

The Word of the Lord is a light to my path

Long and winding but leading me home

The Word of the Lord is like rain to earth

It does not return without fulfilling purpose

The Word of the Lord is seed to the farmer

And bread to the hungry

The Word of the Lord is like a mirror
Revealing our imperfections, which stare back at us

The Word of the Lord is armour in the battlefield
Fighting not flesh or blood, but cosmic powers

The Word of the Lord is a double-edged sword

Slicing thoughts and attitudes of the heart

The Word of the Lord is like water to my soul

Like rainfall to thirsty pastures

The Word of the Lord is our spiritual milk

That we may grow up in wisdom and love

Repeat

I play that night on repeat
The script dubbed
With words we didn't say
Our acquaintance shown in a time-lapse

No ending, no sequel
The tape got chewed
And left a bitter taste
Because I keep thinking of you

Like an old VHS
I can't bear to part
Idle and worthless
So I hide you in my heart

Sunday

Sunday is a cup of tea day.

It anchors you in a safe harbour.
The kettle hums its praise,

As milk splashes and mingles,

Finding purpose

The rain outside bounces.

It feeds the earth and greedy reservoirs

Somewhere far from this city bustle.

I run the tap again,
And settle into sweet surrenders

Technology

What did we do before the camera
When photos were filed in our head
Unaffected by storage data
And memories lived in adjectives we said?

How did we communicate before the iphone
Or vent before the advent of facebook
If we needed a gossip or a moan
Or admiring eyes to look?

What did we do before technology
Were we perhaps more content
Before we delved into psychology
And searched for what everything meant?