Wednesday, October 19, 2005
My place
Written 2000/2001.
Bruised sky blossoms
Over a stranded carcass;
Aotearoa, Aotearoa
Mummy’s kiss cannot help
Only Dad's touch can heal
Fingers of love waft onwards
Holding only themselves
A nervous fidget
Clear stream cascades
Through a thirsty wasteland
Aotearoa, Aotearoa
Splash in ankle deep joy
Eat gifted apples and laugh
Observers multiply on the bank
Scrupulous in Sunday dress
They depart for tea and scones
Monstrous carcass moves
Under the starry cross
Aotearoa, Aotearoa
Intently straining, what can she hear?
Murmurs of life, flowing from the hills
Eager anticipation fills her pain
Waiting, waiting, waiting for the saving promise
An expectant stirring
Streams meld seamlessly
Many voices, many currents
Aotearoa, Aotearoa
River in single purpose
Drink for the thirsty
The love He bears overflows
In awesome abundance
Watered by life
Broiling interface breaks
Onto the silvery sand
Aotearoa, Aotearoa
Flooding into the sea
Expelling the dust of millennia
Fetid limbs are reborn as it hits her
A fresh start, baptised by water
Aotearoa, Hallelujah
