Other Poems

These are poems written as a result of observing nature or some event that stirred the imagination, and includes guest contributions from Mike Eldridge, who has also updated the website.

The Bumble Bee

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From the unrestricted freedom of the open air,
The bumble bee flew unwittingly into our conservatory.
Within seconds it had bumped and buzzed against an invisible window,
And it repeated its actions in bewildered puzzlement.
Again and again, in futile frustration, the bumping and buzzing reverberated.
It just didn’t know what was preventing it flying forwards.
So it buzzed and bumped in blind repetition, for that was all it could conceive.
Ever more tired and confused, its efforts became more sporadic.
It fell onto the sill, near to giving up,
Gathering strength for a final fling of desperate helpless hope.

It didn’t know that its plight had already been heard:
Two kindly hands with glass tumbler and stiff card were on their way.
Sudden entrapment caught the bumble unawares.
In furious fear and tight enclosure, its bewilderment was complete,
It buzzed ferociously, loudly, fighting in utter ignorance of what was happening:
But by the open patio door, released and now unfettered, it flew, flew skywards!
Zigzagging in the unexpected joy and relief of freedom,
Not knowing how, but wonderfully, gloriously, free.
Free to be itself.

It made me think.
How often do I keep bumping along, seeing no progress, refusing to change my ways.
Not realising what was preventing my going forward,
Not knowing what to do, where to go, how to go, so just keeping safe (?) in the old routines.
Perhaps puzzled by the world’s illogicality,
Not prepared or even too scared, to challenge, or to follow a different way,
That is already waiting:
Not realising that sometimes the only way forward is to stop………….
Think. Repent. Be brave enough and wise enough, to do something differently.
The bumble bee had been trying too hard. Ultimately, by itself, it could do nothing.*
If only it knew that help was at hand.
If only I knew.

Jesus said “Repent: for the kingdom of heaven is at hand.”

Stop fighting it! Yield the mortal self, the arrogance of self-will and selfish pride!
The blind and stubborn mortal personality, shouting to exist, must be no more.
Right where I am, the door to the kingdom is already open, but in the other direction!
Love is here, always here, omnipotent hands outstretched in tenderness and healing.
Be still… Trust…. Yield….. Let…… Now!
Know and feel that I am, and simply be, God’s child.**
For when I knew it not, Love had already taken me up,
Already knew and knows my freedom.

Even in the depths of despair, we can, in sweet self-surrender, suddenly find,
In Love’s care and protection, we are already in the heavenly kingdom.
Because Love loves and liberates, releases from all shackles,
We have the absolute freedom of spiritual being:
Wonderfully, gloriously, free.
If only we would turn:
Humble,
Be.

*”I can of mine own self do nothing:” John 5:30 (to:)
“Repent: for the kingdom of heaven is at hand.” Matt.4:17 Repent
**”Behold, now are we the sons of God” 1 John 3:2 (to 2nd,)

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