James Tipp Poems

In the silence of the night the blackness was impenetrable
The soldiers came, the screams began, the angles kept silent
They had sung their song of joy for the shepherds.
The starlight never lit the scene of fear and horror
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What makes for friends and friendship
The giving of self, the exposing of the inner self
The pain of letting go of being wrong in safety.
Life is so demanding and self-righteous
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Mystery ebbs on every tide
Like liquid mercury poured.
Upon this beach the challenge
Every sense that enriches the soul
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Mystery ebbs on every tide
Like liquid mercury poured.
Upon this beach the challenge
Every sense that enriches the soul
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Is anybody listening
To the crying of the child
Is any body listening
The noise is getting wild.
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We are waiting for the coming
The coming of a King
We’ll cheer his mighty armies
We’ll dance and shout and sing
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Fragile love that hangs tenaciously, fingertip taut,
Becomes accessible to all who are seeking.
The love that blinds, excludes all others,
Remains a mystery that few can penetrate.
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And the Carpenter Came...

A subversive Jesus! please wait outside
Talk to me after the orchestra have finished
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The backdropp is appalling,
People oppressed, bitter, disillusioned
The smoke rises, the streets filled.
People everywhere looking over their shoulders
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The dance of spring begins
The Mallard rises majestic
Reflected in the still cool waters
That gurgle though this place.
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