End Of Chaos (A/T Piece)

It’s not that art is voodoo or it conjures spirits up,
But more it is transformative when we let Jesus sup
With us, and we with Him as we continue on our way –
He takes our inner life and changes hell to light of day.

I took some chalk and paper and just let it flow from me,
And there it was – chaotic, and a little bug that’s me –
Or was, at least, transformed from what I could not deal with then,
But now I’m taken back to where I had to self defend –

If I were to move on that day – just overwhelmed I was,
But said so and moved on that day through cancer days because
I had to – yet I knew inside I had some work to do,
If I were to survive ’till now and walk this road with you.

It scared “be-Jesus” out of me – it’s hard to savior be,
If one’s confronted with one’s past and finds one has to flee –
But there it was, just lying there and looking in my heart,
My past and present-future clearly seen within my art.

The piece today like hairline lay (more stubble of a beard),
I felt it needed little bugs – like bedbug which I feared;
And when I put one in the pix it was the same again
As bug I made to cover up the piece which gave me pain.

But then a strange thing happened as a fleck of purple chalk,
Spread out to fill the larger scene – three crosses where I walked
Amidst the barren land of war – the First World War it was,
Where “no birds sang” as Mowatt said – stripped was the land because –

Mankind had done its awful deed of smashing all of life,
From those contesting land and rights amidst the battle’s strife;
An armistice – not peace or war – just stopping for our breath
Was what was there, and in my case, reprieve from certain death.

The land’s still there, and life’s come up to cover up the loss,
And rows of graves demarked the spots of death – each with a cross;
I used to think that signified a death – like death in life –
But now, today, I see anew, it’s triumph over strife.

John said, “The Light came to the world and pushed the darkness back,
Like campfire in the night of gloom, protection from attack;
It’s not destroyed but held at bay so we have room to breathe
And ’midst that dark chaotic life can find our stress relieved.

So there we are – a space to live – men gave their lives that we
Might try again to live this day as people who are free;
Perhaps it will not last for long, but thanks to you young men,
Who gave your lives, like Christ for us, that we might try again.

Thanks.

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