Sonnet

A prophet is only despised in his own country.
Among his own relations.
Respect is too often in Another Country.
Amongst other nations.

A ruinous barn next to a farmhouse in a courtyard.
Connected by a rickety, crumbling walkway.
We feel we will fall off to our death, all is marred.
Savery’s painting is sepia tone, brown and grey.

With split tree trunks.
Even nature is subject to temporality.
In this setting all that is missing is hooded monks.
All is heading to finality.

But here too is romantic, fairy tale beauty.
Out of rejection comes hope and duty.

Haiku

Out of rejection
Comes surely hope and duty
And also beauty

Sonnet

Now Master you can let your servant go in peace.
Because my eyes have seen His salvation.
You may pray without cease.
But fear that you will never arrive at the final station.

It is not death I fear but dying.
I dreamt I was approaching the last door.
It was beautiful, framed by branches and trees growing.
I paused, awed to the core.

I tried to pass through but the door was barred.
I knew there was no handle on the other side.
And I knew the door would dissolve as soon as I entered.
I would then be everywhere and nowhere in every and no tide.

One day that door will open, on this side I can barely see.
On the other I will surely clearly see.

Haiku

The door will open
On this side I barely see
On the other see

Sonnet

What is your name.
My name is legion.
Our own name is tame.
We come from every region.

If there is an unclean spirit
We make it within.
We could easily be rid of it.
It is our own regretful sin.

Who controls us with fetters, only ourselves.
And who holds the chains.
No one but ourselves.
It is we who hold the reins.

We can break free
If we merely try and see.

Haiku

We hold all the reins
If we merely try and see
We can too break free