Yet another road through the woods
untravelled on. He leads the way.
The grasses brambles
thorns and thickets
yield submissive in recognition.
His mission - justice for all
His gifts - joy, love and peace
He lives with the poor
He lives for the poor
The poor in possessions
The poor in spirit
The broken hearted poor
The helpless, hopeless poor
Even the heartless poor
The poor in each one of us.
He has come for the poor
And champions their cause
He comes to touch, to heal
To make body-heart whole again
He is here – Emmanuel
God is with us.
terryq: dec. 2015
WHEN PETALS FALL...!
When petals fall they fall unrushed
Soft tossed by whims of wafting winds
Brief riding them to nature’s hearth
Transforming there still silently
To decompose in process slow
New nutrient now for nascent seed.
Petals fall with no complaint
In timely grace of letting go
Allow for flower shift to hope
Through seed that now takes centre stage
For new convert to promise growth
From shoot to bush to bloom again.
Petals fall as daylight dusks
As age unfurls in mellow charm
As nature rides its cyclic swirl
To fresh awakes of destined glow.
We bloom our seasons, celebrate
And grace our lives as petals fall.
terryq: may 15th, 2012
WHEN ALL IS GONE
Breath of fresh spirit air.. rejuvenating, refreshing, encouraging, making alive.
He is with us and nothing can go absolutely wrong.
Sooner or later everything will fall into place. That is surely a comforting thought..
It is God’s spirit that breathes into existence the vast sweep of the universe.
One is always astounded by the spectacular that one can see in even a microscopic section of outer space.
Breath taking dazzle of unimaginable grandeur endlessly unravelling...
Even a small seemingly insignificant corner is unbelievably mind-blowing and beautiful.
And there is always so much more....
"This colour-composite image of the Helix Nebula (NGC 7293) was created from images obtained using the Wide Field Imager (WFI), an astronomical camera attached to the 2.2-metre Max-Planck Society/ESO telescope at the La Silla observatory in Chile.
The blue-green glow in the centre of the Helix comes from oxygen atoms shining under effects of the intense ultraviolet radiation of the 120 000 degree Celsius central star and the hot gas.
Further out from the star and beyond the ring of knots, the red colour from hydrogen and nitrogen is more prominent.
A careful look at the central part of this object which is also called as The Eye of God, reveals not only the knots, but also many remote galaxies seen right through the thinly spread glowing gas.
This image was created from images through blue, green and red filters and the total exposure times were 12 minutes, 9 minutes and 7 minutes respectively."
So much for us to marvel at. And yet some day.....
When all is uncreated, gone
There will remain pervading dark
Unfathomable endless space
And everlasting silent now
As vast creation empties whole
To all consuming nothingness.
Gone then the mystery of time
Celestial orbs that structured space
The dazzle daze of daily light
Gone – yielded to primeval state
‘ere breath divine brought into being
For man the world in all its glow.
In pitch-black dark His presence there
Unboundaried by space confines
Eternal yet as stillness fills
A universe of cosmic void
Before, beyond light space and time
He was, He is, He will be still!
terryq: 15th may, 2012
God is. He just is. And He takes us to Himself so that we are with Him. Amen!
A TOUCH OF SKY
A touch of sky a touch of grace
On rugged rough of broken road
Around green foliage softly wet
With early passing wash of rain
The sky above a sky below
Road travel blessed by all around
Light footedly bright heartily
Ahead and onwards will I go
The sun will burn the puddle dry
Evaporating back to skies
And grounded spirit too will rise
To elevated heights of glow
Through rough and rain through breeze and sun
The journey spiritedly made
Grace patches all along the way
Uplifting me to heights unknown.
terryq: april, 2013
they mirror now
the glory sun
in radiance faced
with faith retraced
life source from high.
their source of bright
and grace bestowed
face set aright
from dawn to set
their worship eyes
lord in the skies...
terryq: may 2004
NEW YEAR WAVES
New dance waves race reforming shores
Different patterned each fresh wash
Ebb and flow re-coaxing change
unfolding swift paced textures new
Old flow histories glow re-foamed
To bubble-froth delights and times
old rugged boat heaves launching out
T’wards horizon’s distant stretch
Old mended nets splash cast again
Uncertain now the promise catch
the men await largesse from sea
hearts brim return with gratitude
We carry forward all the old
Weather-worn enriched by toil
challenge crusted tempered lives
full flowered through crest and trough of days
each battle fought with common dare
unscathed not still strong survived
new faith dreams beckon us ahead
we trust new winds and water depths
we trust old hearts and habits learned
our lives in ever caring hands.
for all that has been: gratitude
for all that will be: “YES!” again!
terryq: new year 2012
bloom and decay
from silent edge
new life advance
fresh growing dream
another sunrise dawn
new green emerging
pond surface triumphant
terryq : Jan. 2007
in stagnant pond abloom aglow
despite neglect surround she shows
emergent beauty, form and grace
unsullied by her humble place
from murky waters radiant rise
awakened blush to azure skies
surround transformed, her presence there
adds floral bless to morning prayer..
terryq : Jan. 2007
Monsoon mushroom careless sprout
On fallen branch of wayside tree.
No appeal extravagant
just adds to glory where it grows
Unnoticed for the most and yet
Glisten glow grow hush and hum
In tune with harsh surrounding there
Resilient to the rugged rough
The forest knows and caringly
Allows new space for smaller lives
Enough for sprout and creeping vine
For mushroom and majestic tree
In wooded spread harmoniously
Sun rain and wind in portions shared
From roots in earth to skyline thrust
In wild embrace luxuriant grow.
has no choice
it will fall....
but once it touches earth
it is fully committed
to its growing.........
on rubbled heap begins new life
makes best of moisture, soil and sun
no questioning, complaints or woes
resistance none to nature's spurt
despite the odds. More challenge life
more effort made and bounty seen
when shoot springs forth and leaf new green
to lord of life full homage pays.
Around luxuriant bushes bask
in glory. This, though less may seem,
in rubbled heap will quest its room
find pride of place in Eden's bloom.
terryq: 9th oct. 2006
He walks the wooded mists alone
in quest of comforts now unknown
unbeaten paths by spirit shown
determined is his will.
Around him naught of his desire
from vale up mountain slope much higher
through clouds to skies his heart aspires
dream he must fulfil.
Ease life and comforts left behind
the shadow ache he doesn't mind
bridge to beyond he yearns to find
so onward he does go.
Surrendering to glimpse of light
he wards off phantoms of the night
pursues unfaltering the height
that saints and sages know.
Once long ago he had a home
a hearth of joy, no will to roam
long celebrations polychrome
when every need was fed;
then one bright morn he woke from dream
his soul stretched out to vision scene
his life packed up, a call supreme
his pilgrim journey led.
He gladly bears the day dust heat
the scorching sands that burn his feet
the chill of night when in retreat
he gathers for the day.
Then fresh renewed he carries on
with staff and bag his all belong
his spirit light, his heart a song
he quests along the way.
He isn't there, and yet he is
not destination but the bliss
of journey paths he finds that is
his life as meant to be .
A pilgrim still he will remain
the earth, seas, spirit-skies domain
for minstrel wanderings, he reigns
and walks on blissfully....
terryq: 2nd October, 2004
RUN, RUN ON!
It's lonely out there oftentimes
long distances yet longer run
through less traversed new wooded paths
light shadow patterns ever change
dreams silently quick pace pursued
ne'er fully sure what lies ahead.
And yet the will to run, run on
committed to the dream once had
assurance known, fulfilment hoped
attained with steadfast effort made.
Much easier to stop and say:
"Enough! I've had enough!" Return
to old familiar paths devoid
of charm and challenge, wreck debris
already lived, now safer lives.
Sunrise, sunset day after day
the yet again but safe routine
through second-handed bygone dreams.
The challenge is to run, run on
new paths discover, newer scenes
to newer quests, horizons reached
beyond horizons distant seen
an invitation yet beyond
with joy accepted, hope pursued
fleet footed spirit winged soul
to soarings trans-ethereal.
Quite suddenly the bridge is crossed
and one arrives to joy surprise
unchartered heavens way beyond
to stars no mortal eyes can see.
Behind a journey much enjoyed
ahead the skies and so much more
of life and wonders yet to be.
So I will run, run on till life
and breath still run run on in me.....
Eons past it was that way
Rough beach expanse of unhewn stone
atop each other jumbled set
stretched out unfriendly barricade
to ebb and flow of wave and surf
Stone beach, forbidding structured ban
No barefoot prints of passaged walk
or races run on playful days.
And yet the distance sunrise glow
fluorescent sky in splendour form
Announcing promise days to come
Smooth passage to horizons reach
Wind weather, storm and heat of sun
relentless beat upon , break down
resisting obstinacy, stones
disintegrate to crumbled form
to pebbles, subdued chips and then
with time , unhurried ages pass -
a generous spread of endless sand
soft grains that sift and gently dance
to melodies of winds and waves.
The beauteous sky has been there yet
and glows as patience now triumphs
soft gentled sands a passaged path
for dream walks, light-touch footprints brief
tell many tales, of anguish, pain,
of evening loneliness, despair
or comfort hand-in-hand as friends
or lovers interlude day’s rush
and slowly walk the sand embrace
caressed by sea winds, sunset skies
and lives of promise yet to come.
Stone beaches patience turned to sand.
And so will I from hardness, dark
Love weathered worn away the hate-
hurt memories destructive force
The damage healed now gentleness
uncrease the ridges, heal the scars
soft smoothened now I lightly tread
By comfort seas t'wards glory skies
Forgotten stones sand turned by time
New footprints now I leave behind...
terryq : 2002
Once the skies now down to dirt
From flight to fallen fatal state
For whim of freedom lost the heights
Alone discarded doomed to dust
Unmourned by soaring eagle wings
It lies untended sorry plight.
Sin scorns us thus makes naught of grace
and glory grandeur heaven heights
Makes writhing wretched wallow state
Inheritance through wanton ways
through rubble paths and gutter routes
to disenchantment final goal.
But yet like prodigal return
The sinner has love’s graceful chance
The Father waits and gentle calls
To banquet times and pastures new
“Forever will I take you back
Return to me with all your heart.”
terryq: June, 2013
Sometimes one frets the unseen sun
or celebrates the floral hues
in silhouette or different seen
with sun behind and bright between
full light on face and colours glow
in sun embrace their glory show.
There is to life this side and that
the mountain peak, the plain most flat,
the height of glory, dance and song,
despair, distress, when all goes wrong.
From where I am that side or here
both sides remain though one not clear.
I need believe when darkness falls
that lights are there beyond it all
though colours dulled might seem but yet
the radiant hues in silhouette
will turn around when sun's changed place
in orbit sky reveals the grace
of shadowed nature, things dark seemed
full glory there as one might dream
I quest the lights through shadows now
I know beyond the dark, somehow
will burst the dazzle I will see
the way thing are and meant to be
through chasm, abyss, night descend
New light is there at tunnel end.
terryq : 6th May, 2004
It stands alone at edge of land
in firm committed faithful stand
the vale below in viewed command
through lull or storm that blows.
Assigned that post by will divine
in duty bound through rain and shine
to transient passers-by a sign
of sentinel repose.
For company the winds, the sky
the monsoon mist clouds floating by
the shrubs and grass around that lie
while seasons come and go.
And every evening sunsets seen
across wild forests evergreen
past vales and hills that stand between
horizon skies aglow.
Through blazing summer, winter cold,
wet monsoon seasons that unfold
each dawning day will yet behold
its dedicated stance.
Uncowered by the winds of change
unenticed by offers strange
no yield to move or rearrange
to other music chants.
Just now quite shorn of majesty
It barely seems what trees should be
lush foliage once now history
it stands still graced alone.
While other sentinels have passed
to newfound borders somewhere past
where lights abound no shadows cast
to ranges new unknown.
Some sentinels fall down and die
this one will stand upright, the sky
will hearken it's last wind borne sigh
and celebrate a life
well spent fulfilling joyfully
a promise kept unfailingly
the way a sentinel should be
through sunshine, storm or strife.
I pass that cliff edge and I see
still stand there sentinel the tree
old, graceful yet, reminding me
of life as I must live.
Though challenge come from day to day
seductions to some other way
when Master asks me will I stay,
. terryq: 1st Sept. 2004
From where I stand the road is clear
and leads with confidence ahead
around me fresh the morning mists
and vibrant grasses wet with rain
soft sunlight patches play a tune
to which sweet monsoon minstrels trill
their rise-and-shine awaken songs
my heartstrings pluck, my spirits fill.
The here-and-now I reach with grace
traversed new paths adventure ways
through ups and downs, my footsteps sure
the earth safe firm beneath my feet.
I've walked the road, now no regrets
despite the sometime seasons rage
discomfort, doubts and wonderings
if this the road that I must tread.
Just now ahead the misty curve
what lies beyond I cannot see
I do not know nor wish to know
the challenge, risk, the dare surprise
elation leap, new sunlit skies,
long tortuous path, beyond what prize?
I step ahead light-footedly
My hand in His, enough for me....
terryq : august, 2003