Wisdom calls

Pulled this way and that
Where is your centre
The gravity force that holds you
Keeps you upright
Walking straight
When so many roads lead to destruction
Wisdom has a voice
A name
Where fools choose not to follow
Listen to her voice
Her instruction leads
Along a narrow path
Where you will find
Life

Oh man oh man what have you done

From ancient days till now
Our breath goes on
The days under the sun unceasing
Our walk goes on
Our legs grow tired
The days under the sun unceasing
Oh man Oh man
What have you done
What have you done with your days
Oh man Oh man
What have you done
What have you done with you’re breath

Banyan tree

Under the shade
Of the great Bunyan tree
I’ve come to sit
I’ve come to be
To feel the whispers of its leaves
To hear the stories beneath its branches
To know the beauty of each passing day
To see the glory of each rising dawn
Each setting sun
In quietness and gentleness
I place my trust
Under the shade
Of the great Bunyan tree

Words

Thousands of words
Spill over the tongue
Like a river they flow
Like a fire they burn
Hot or cold
They flood
Some are caught immediately
Some understood much later
While others fall to the ground unnoticed
Some like feathers bursting from pillows
Blown in the wind
Never to return
What power there is in the tongue
Life and death within its grasp
Choose carefully your words my son
Choose carefully your words