Journeys..
Separated
The Play Continues
The Rise of the Dawn
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The Stream of Life
Separated in Poetry Now Anthology, ‘Strength from Within’ in 2003
Separated
There is an Indigenous part
in every one of us
the God-image,
with a sense of belonging
to a certain land,
a capacity for expression
that is deeper than words,
a wisdom that is all-encompassing
and a love-energy
being pulsed by the heartbeat of God.
But encroaching upon it,
is the Civilised part,
seeking to control the inner and saying,
'you have no right to land or expression,
I will push the life-force out of you,
deny your wisdom and need for love,
and seek to repress your very life-blood'.
© Mags Scorey June 1999
The Play Continues
All I could see was pain and sorrow -
on the stage of my life.
All I could think of -
was whether this Chapter would ever end?
I was not the Playwright, so could not know
the script that was being written for me.
That... in the next phase of the play
I would emerge from darkness,
new opportunities would present -
wider spheres of growth
distant scenes of fulfilment
new friends - new confidence.
Had I known -
I could have withstood the pain
more patiently, hopefully. creatively.
But now I know - and have moved on - to the next Act.
When someone stands in front of me,
going through darkness
I can remember -
where I've been
where I've come from
where I am now.
And point them to the fact that
this is not the last Act of the play.
And in sharing how I came through,
I may light a Flame of Hope
within their hearts.
© Mags Scorey June 1994
The Rise of the Dawn
Just looking at a sunrise,
you know that, soon, the sun will appear.
As you look towards the horizon,
hoping, longing for that dream to come true..
what you have needed all your life,
as the sun rises..
it will come.
But hold it carefully,
for dreams are fragile things,
easily broken.
Be mindful that this is a gift..
it is yours to make
or destroy.
© Mags Scorey 10-Mar-03
The Stream of Life
‘Look at that’, said the Ranger and I,
as we leant on the bridge together.
at Cannon Hill.
It flows on regardless, relentless,
onward to an unknown destination.
Do we know when we set out
where our journey will lead us ?
When we’re young, its like a little rivulet,
gentle and clear, but still flowing,
bubbling like a happy child,
eager to learn and gather all it can.
As we grow older, the river broadens,
and grows in richness, teaching us.
Sometimes one stream joins another
and they journey on, a stronger force, one river.
Other streams travel alone,
some may end up as flotsam and jetsam
on the sea shore,
but others deepen in experience.
Its like the Thames, an old river, so full of
boats and experiences, views galore.
How far we have travelled
from that little stream at Cannon Hill !
© Mags Scorey 5-Oct-03
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