James Tipp

Rookie - 408 Points (20-06-1945 / East London)

Good Friday Meditation 2003 - Poem by James Tipp

The silence waits
Waits for me
To be still
Waits for the journey
To begin; to be real

The music touches my soul
Lifts me from this place
Helps me to reach out
To see your walk of passion

The closeness is sometimes to close.
I stare at my feet,
Soon yours will be holed, bleeding
I clasp my hands in prayer
Soon yours will be spread and nailed.

I look at my companions
Together here in love
Their love for me a contrast
Today, hate, fear, jealousy
Were your whole experience

Today in this hour
I will seek to understand
To draw back the veil
Look deep within myself
I will declare in truth ‘my fault’

Within the silence of creation
Within the fellowship of love
Within the music of emotion
I will seek to say
‘I love you’


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 15, 2009



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