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Saturday, 21 June 2014

Sunset


Silence surrounds the smouldering flame
As it sinks into a sea of burning turquoise.

Across the wide expanse it fans its rays
And on the horizon finds its poise.

A backdrop of burning blue
Scalded into coppery green
Coral clouds licked with crimson hue
Flecked with amber and golden sheen.

Jet trails sparkle and then fade into charcoal
Scoring the bold wash of pastel
While sulfurous wisps of yellow and grey
Hang superimposed then melt away.

Our ambitions and plans and excited thoughts
Hopes in the heat of the moment wrought
Like the cloud, they vanish to obscurity
Insignificant against life's bold reality.

Changing illumination renews its wonder
Causing each gilt edged feature to shine
The colours deepen into a molten splendour
While the fire intensifies as it dies.

As I wonder at this vast display
The subtle change takes my breath away
The expansive love of God's own heart
Requires reflection, not a fleeting glance.

The last light of the longest day fades
And the land withdraws into shadowy stillness
The embers smoulder and ebb away
As the first bright star rises into the velvety darkness.

The fire of life burns with youthful zeal
But passing glory soon loses its appeal
Eventually the darkness will come creeping in
But there is another light which shines within.

Still warm and graced by a gentle breeze
The dusky evening now slips by 
And the river winds its way with ease
While birds fly home across the western sky.

We all will come to that place in the west
Where at last we will find our rest
But far beyond the setting sun
Eternal day has just begun.

This earthly day has come to its close
No light in which to pass the hours
But just as the evening star arose
So shines a brighter sun than ours.

Joe Morriss
21st June 2010

Dedicated to the memory of Mr David Williams - a man with a heart for the next generation.

Friday, 13 June 2014

Side by Side


So Winter had its long complaint
We sat and waited while it rained
Cold, wet and bleak
When icy wind
Would blow and buffet unrestrained

Then came the time for Spring to break
"About time too!" was our refrain
But no, not so
The North wind returned
And brought more snow instead of rain.

So new shoots poke through
Just as planned
Quite despite the frosted land
New growth on trees
Despite the freeze
Boldly budding, if you please!

The world in white and cold disdain
Of all the sunshine trying in vain
Of flowers emerging from woodland floor
Nothing but mud and slush in the thaw

So springtime smiles at Winter's frown
Sun in the sky and snow on the ground
"Here we are just side by side"
Who should stay
Do you think they'll decide?


Joe Morriss
March 2013

Tea Cozy



Tea at 7 O'clock is best
When there's no one else around
I can put on my slippers and creep downstairs
Without having to make a sound

Tea at 7 O'clock is best
When the brew is all nice and brown
The kettle boils much quicker for me
When I'm still in my dressing gown

Tea at 7 O'clock is best
With my dreams still warm in my head
I can sup and think of nothing much
While I'm tucked up cozy in bed.


Joe Morriss
March 2013

Just 17




He's a chip off the old block
But he's not.
He's really gonna be somethin'
And nothin'.
He's laid back and doesn't care
He's got no place to go
But he's in a hurry to get there.
He's 17

Just 17
A world away from childhood
But still too tender for adult reality
Full of individual passion
But hopelessly stereotyped by fashion

"Future" is another 4 letter word
Spelled wrong
You can't eat it, smoke it or find it on Facebook
It doesn't belong
In a pub or a club
Or in the park with your mates
But maybe if you bought a drink for that gorgeous blonde?

17, and going strong
I need me Mum!
What went wrong?
Dumped, jumped, stumped
No money left
Just a hangover.

Me, a homeboy?
I'm nobody's boy!
Grown man or just a clown?
How do you get a job you've never done
Me Dad's not even got one
But I'm not me Dad...
Yet.

Give me a job someone
Trust me, it's just me
I'm only 17 and a bit of a one
You see I need cash and experience more
But I just aint done nothin' useful before.

She's just 17
But acts like she's still 13
Co that's the age she decided
That her life was her own
And decided to take it.

Oh sure, a lot of her friends would fake it
You see, the pills and whisky were risky
But there was no other way to make people listen

She was determined to have it
The baby I mean, no maybe about it.
But who's gonna love her, hold her, rock her?
Not the Father, Im afraid
He's in Jail cos he failed.

So get rid of it
That's the ultimatum
have the termination
Cold chair, no one knows she's there.
Just the nurses and the folks at home
With their righteous curses

She's just 17
For Christ's sake
We really need to care.


Joe Morriss
2008





Friendship



I just want to reach out to you
To connect
I'm fed up of being on the other side of the street
I wanna be the same as you
Your friend

Enjoy the things you enjoy
Do the things you do
Have the same mind
The same attitude
Share a good time together

But I haven't experienced what you have
Mum and Dad not at home
Arguing, violent when they are
Bad crowd, breaking things, stealing
Don't care if you're caught

Crammed in together
Council estate
Unwashed, uncared for
Broken, dirty toys
No love

I want to reach out to you
But I'm afraid that you resent me
Might hurt me.

Good boy
Clean hair
Tidy manners, polite
Well spoken, well read, well looked after
Interested family, Inheritance, education
Gentle hands

So what have we got in common?
Don't want to dig up the dirt
Drain the dregs
I just want to reach out to you
For us to feel safe together

We both need a friend
Both you and me
And if it's not each other then who's it gonna be?
Who'll settle our differences, make us free?
If there was something I could give you
Something you'd really want and need
Not second hand wealth
Not just shared greed.

Do you know Jesus?
He loves and he cares
He don't put on airs
I'll share him with you
He's everyone's friend
there's nothing broken that he can't mend.



Joe Morriss
July 2005

Monday, 9 June 2014

Prison Psalm



Lord my enemies surround me
They shout at me from behind bars
They make a noise and throw things about
Lord confound their taunts
Silence their threats
Lord I pray
Please convict them in their rage.

Lord you prove me innocent of crimes against them
Uphold my cause!
Free me from the burning of shame and wrath
Lord please make my skies clear
And my nights peaceful

Amen.

Joe Morriss
2.10.1998

Innocence



Lord when my image crumbles
You reveal the truth
Lord when I feel frightened
You give me peace of mind.
Lord when others threaten me
You show me how to forgive
Lord your love endures through all things.

Your truth is light for my life
I have made mistakes Lord
But you've shown me the right way to live

I look up to you
Please help me be me 
Among a world of misunderstanding.


Joe Morriss
1998

Father



Oh wonderful Father!
How grateful I am for you...

I too have found in my eyes
The tears you now cry

I didn't teach you those tears
Nor you, I

It confirms that we are of one spirit
That part of me I have discovered
Is real and valid

Because there are you,
Weeping too.

Oh dear man
Broken and crying

If only you knew how much that means,
If only you knew how much I love you.

Dear father.

Joe Morriss
March 2005

Loss



Lord I have suffered a loss
Teach me how to live with that loss

Don't turn it into gain
Don't explain it away
Don't find a purpose in it
Don't tell me to get over it
Don't just be silent

Just tell me how to live
In the face of death

It's too late to say "Goodbye"
Too deep for formal farewells
Too personal for theory
And too painful to conceptualize

I can't let go!
I want to include him even though he's dead
I want to see his face
Hear his voice
My life is incomplete without his touch.

Joe Morriss




Why?



My heart
Torn by a God who loves
Surely not true?
A God of love surrounding me
Surely you do?

Powerful Creator, Majestic Lord!
Then why so much pain?
If you wanted to show your love
You could have changed things
Could have intervened.

Instead of rushing to my aid when it's all over,
Too late.
But is that it
The end?

Do you allow death
As freely as you allow life?
And those who are left
Must learn to survive.

Joe Morriss
Jan 2004

Milestones



Everybody has to start somewhere
At birth
The beginning of everything
Thrust out of the nest
Into this world's mess
Left helpless and begging.

Then comes the growing
Perpetual state of watching and learning
Each new skill and quest
Enjoyed and put to the test
But still a sense of longing and yearning

Long days spent simply living
Age brings change and with it decaying
Nothing new now but labour and task
Every day the same as the last
has anyone been listening to what you've been saying?

But what of the other journey?
The one that starts in crisis
The unfamiliar turning
No longer at the mercy of our own devices.

The young man following his dream
Is as wise as the oldest sage
In that moment of stepping out
A shining star at the dawn of his age

The eyes of the heart are opened
The way ahead is clear
He travels surefooted and unhindered
And free from all that clinging fear

What is a moment of selfless giving
If not the real beginning?
The kindled spark of inspiration
Like a leap of joy at the sound of singing

All that remains is to stay the course
Each step marked by a firm decision
A sacrifice of what could have been yours
Moves you onward toward the vision

And so like milestones along the way
Marking the way to the journey's goal
A choice is made day after day
To follow the new and forget the old.


Joe Morriss
31st July 2010  

I Remember - A rural rant!



I remember when all this was fields,
You could see for miles
With not a soul in sight
The lane ended in a welcome meadow
With a pond that held all kinds of delight.

The cows roamed and chewed the cud
And the trusting Lark made her nest on the ground
And all around
Not a sound.

Save that of the distant bleating
Of sheep and quiet birds nesting
And chirping in the hedgerow.

For far, far away then was the road
The highway of man
And his planners, plotters and schemers all
First bikes then cars
Then screaming jets and choppers

Far from the quiet countryside
But ever nearer it came
With its huge crawling machines
Spitting out soil and root and turf
The men of spoil
Tearing and churning up the earth.

You didn't see the carefully hidden vole
Or delicate anemone
To the fox and the badger
No friend but and enemy.

So you built your road
And then tore along it
Caring not about the carnage to the wildlife
Your great highway to the high life
Pound signs before your eyes
Blotting out all signs of life

I remember when all this was fields
You could see from one hilltop to the next
No motorway or dual carriageway
Or hideous factory units
Waiting to be let

Now there's your road
Your stinking dusty road
Belching out fumes
And filth and tar
Dirtying hedgerows
With your brand-new cars

Gone, its all gone
The picture book walk by the brook
With blackberry, rose and birdsong
And the smell of fresh mown hay.

All we have left is houses
Ribbon development
Finger development
A finger in every damn pie
And every stinking lie
Has just led to rot and decay

I remember when all this was fields...

Joe Morriss
Harpole 24th January 2011

Doubting Thomas



Hey Thomas,
Come and join us!
But why are you like that?
We've seen him
Its amazing
He really has come back!
Don't you believe? Doubting Thomas.

Oh Yeah, I believe.
I believe in what I can see;
And I saw him die and I saw him bleed!
You've all seen a ghost, or shared the same dream,
But I just see pain, where love should have been.

Like I said, I believe in what I can see,
And these are the things that make up my reality:

Expanding population, third world debt
Exploitation, high rise isolation
Domestic strife, child labour and prostitution.
Concrete, Cars, litter and pollution
fat politicians and war the only solution.
Neglect, abuse and drug use
Unemployment, kids living off refuse.

These are the wounds that the world has to feel
So unless I can see them, I wont believe that he's real.

Yes Thomas
You're right
I suffered the cross
And just like you felt the pain and the loss
See the marks of rebellion still open and raw
Come touch them and know me
Be doubting no more

My Lord and my God!
You really have come
The world without hope left me cold and so numb

Yes faithful Thomas
You were right to be sad
But now that you've seen me 
Believe and be glad!


Joe Morriss
Easter 2012

Wednesday, 4 June 2014

The Whispering Bridge

The Whispering Bridge

The season turned and my heart filled with gladness;
“This will be a spring without sadness”
.
But the sky spoke of one more storm;
“Can I weather another?” I wondered,
And leaned back onto the warm stone.

The storm was over before it had begun,

And the sun shone.

While the water whispered eagerly under the bridge
I sat and listened to the stones,
Giving voice to the current;

“Peace”,
 said the river.

Joe Morriss
Flore, May 2014


Sunrise



Here I stand
Alone
save for the sentinel star
A silent witness of the breaking day
And of the receding of the dark.

The city is marked by twinkling lights
In the valley neath its shroud
With orange beads scattered across the remaining night
It rests and waits without a sound

Pale light creeps slowly over the horizon
And the fields turn from grey to green
The Lark is the first to call
As standing horses stir in their quiet stall

A gentle breeze blows fresh and true 
Wisps of white 'cross the virgin blue
Wafting scent of clammy crops 

As trees awake  with rustling tops,  shake off the morning dew . 


A blush of cockle-pink and yellow mixed
Shows above a band of dark damson
Dappled with grey
Scattered islands lonely drift on tepid sky
As if in an ocean far away

All is white light now
And a rush of birdsong announces the dawn
I turn to the East
As the day is gently born

Gathered and grey
Then suddenly lit from below
The expectant womb of cloud catches fire
As a blazing embryo emerges to climb higher

Then the sun swiftly shows his head
Rippling with molten gold
Rises through a furnace of cherry red
And with newborn zeal 
Takes his hold

All nature now takes its true colour
By the light of this bright child
Risen in splendour like a golden mirror
He spreads his crown over the exultant sky

These joys are mine eternal
A new day has begun
My faith has been rewarded
By the rising of the sun.


Joe Morriss
July 2010 

Golden Leaves - all hallows eve




These golden leaves
On all the trees
Make me wonder
If we'll ever see
The Kingdom come
And then we'll run
With golden crowns into the sun.

The gentle breeze
That stirs those leaves
Soothes my mind and memories
Of things we've done
And all the fun
We had while tales around us spun

This is the eve
Of Saints' reprieve
Before their bright eternity
All pain has gone
With God the son
As Christ the risen saviour comes.

Joe Morriss
30th October 2011

The Sea


"Sea", say it again!

Splashing, sun, soaring clouds, shining sea
And the sky...
Oh the blue, endless bright blue
Azure arch of the heavens
As if a golden gateway

Blue, blue blue
Unbroken, unmatched...sky high,
Seagulls fly!

Salty spray, ocean wide, flecked with white
As far as sight.

Rock ledge, lands edge
Brittle wedge of grey granite.

The pecking gull,
Snail spotting in the seaweed strewn pool
A moist, tender belly - upturned,
Withering noonday heat and webbed feet
Drying and dying.

The boat bobs benignly,
Just out of reach
Of the surf roaring onto the beach.

"Sea", say it again!

Summertime's soft sand on a lonely strand
Bees in the heather, warmer weather
Couples together
Walk hand in hand.


Joe Morriss
June 2004

Harvest of Souls



A field before me
Bright and gold
A harvest of souls
Rolling pasture
Number untold

My heart yearns to reach out
Reap the trust of these ones
Lost and hurting
But where to begin?

Stop them in the street
Under duress
Hard pressed
To tell them of this love within?

And by the field
Are two trees
One is barren
The other has leaves

Mistakes of the past
Over which one grieves

The other's blossom is a promise
Of continuing life and fruit to come
This is faith
Which can be believed upon.

Back in the yield
Poppies adorn the field
Scarlet and bright
Scars from the fight

But blood is thicker than water
And here is a deeper red flower
It speaks of a death
Of love, of power

A love for the lost
Counting the cost
Reaching and restoring.

And so my harvest is not great
One man in a million
I try, I cry, but it's getting late

What can I do but gather?
Fill both my hands
Hold what I can
And keep holding...  


Joe Morriss
August 2006


Autumn



There's goodness abounds at Autumn time
If only you know where to look
There's change and subtle beauty
In wood and field and brook


With golden leaves next copper bronze

And early evening's Blackbird songs


Acorn, nut and bright red berry

And fresh brown soil
Which makes the apple merry.


There's goodness abounds at Autumn time

If only you have time to wait
The mellow sun turns green to gold
And daisies dance around the gate.

Morning's dew in misty fields
and across the valley
The harvest bell peals.
Furrowed earth by tractor tilled
And every barn with grain is filled

There's goodness abounds at Autumn time
If only you don't mind the grey
The air's still warm and bonfires burn
And kids come out to play

The summer calf is fully grown
And all his grass is neatly mown
Leaf and branch
To the winds are thrown

The verdant Virginia creeper glows
Deep red with approaching age
Fallen fruit is mature and yellow
Like the hand which turns this season's page.


Joe Morriss
October 2006

Then your love broke through



The wind gusted strong and blew the clouds away
The sun broke through and embraced the day

I met a brother on the road today
The clouds of my soul were heavy and grey

We embraced and laughed
Then his love broke through
Tears of joy filled my eyes
Like the morning dew

The wind of your spirit blew the clouds away
Your son broke through and embraced the day.



Joe Morriss
2008


(Was having a melancholy walk and met my friend Nathan White enjoying a birthday walk up the same lane)

Red - Brown Wings



Master of the winds
With red-brown wingspan grand
And keen eye fixed on field and furrow
Iconic figure of the wild and far reaching land

The Kite soars above mountain and plain
With careless abandon he makes a tour of the horizon
For a moment he is down among the hedgerows
Then, at a glance, rises aloft again.

Down here, at the foot of the hills
On the tawny heath
Amidst scrubby heather and the long grasses
A smaller creature is picked out in minute detail
Also with red-brown wings

The meadow butterfly
Tiny and tossed by the breeze
But no less a pilot
Navigating her carefree way across the scudded moor
Playfully she dances along the travelers' track 
And vainly keeps up her silent score.

In amongst the trees now,
Ancient Oak and spreading Beech
Under shafts of gold and early summer's vibrant green
A woodland stream
Makes its way downhill
Bubbling between the fern-banks like a cheerful child

There upon a mossy branch
Sits the Chaffinch, in his red-brown coat
Not in a hurry but at a glance
Takes in the peaceful scene
From his well-visited vantage post.

I may not reach the lofty height
Home of the majestic Kite
Wheeling in the empty sky

Nor am I a butterfly.

But I would chose the peaceful glade
A realm of quietness and shade
The refuge of the common bird
Where his still small voice can yet be heard.



Joe Morriss
June 2008