Wednesday, October 31, 2012

OCTOBER MORN


OCTOBER MORN

An ever expanding carpet  awaits as I step over my doorstep and as I look across the road the autumn trees fill my eyes with colour their fading green leaves coming to a flaming red point almost as if God had  taken a heavenly torch and set them alight ,looking up I see a misty blue sky  illuminated by a week watery sun ,  pulling my scarf tighter against the growing wind my tingling ears are delighted to hear  the crunching pavements  as children make their way to school trying to outrun the  beaconing bell.

    By Sandra J Mack

Thursday, October 18, 2012

AT CALVARY

AT CALVARY

Christians hear the voice of Heaven call
Calling us from out the skies
Angels' voices all around us
Love is flowing from the rise

Tears can be a means of sorrow
Hurt can be an opening part
Giving us a bright tomorrow
And a wisdom to our heart

Tears can be a woeful sermon
Keeping us from joy apart
Love can be the only answer
On the road to victory
And the knowledge that our Saviour
Died for us at Calvary

Sandra Jane Mack

FRIEND

FRIEND

The hand of a friend is a comforting thing
When you hold it and know that they care
The love of a friend is a wonderful friend
A possession so rich and so rare

But to be known as a friend is truly the best
With rewards that you both can share
To be there through each test in work and in rest
Taking each other’s burdens to share


Sandra Jane Mack

HAPPY ENDING

HAPPY ENDING

There come’s a happy ending
That God’s love has made a mending
To the cross that once had caused so much despair
For his word was added to it and by faith this did renew it
And the evidence is that it’s hanging there

Sandra Jane Mack

LEARN TO PRAY

LEARN TO PRAY

Older and wiser, older and wiser is an easy phrase to say
But for the purchase of this knowledge there is a heavy price to pay
Wisdom comes in bits and pieces
Few things learned in just a day
Finding out that pain and sorrow
are fore-runner’s as we walk confusion’s way
Going onwards ever onwards trying hard to find our way
Then at last we turn to Jesus we have learned to pray

Sandra Jane Mack

OLD GALILEE

OLD GALILEE

" Come with me ", " come with me ", to Old Galilee
And I’ll show you a fisher of men
Then we’ll walk on the sand of that heaven land
In a day that will not know an end
Then we’ll turn to the sea and there he will be
Our Saviour, our Jesus, our Friend

By his hands he will lead, those poor hands that did bleed.
To give us a world without end
On our knees we will fall and answer the call
Of our Saviour, our Jesus, our friend

Sandra Jane Mack

PLEASE

PLEASE!

"OH JESUS WHY ?"

"WHY MUST I TRY FOR THINGS THAT ARE NOT MEANT FOR ME ?"

"WHY DO I EAT AND TRY TO KEEP TOMORROW'S THINGS TODAY ?"

"WHY CAN'T I COME ON HUMBLE KNEE AND ASK OF YOU MY LORD ?"

"TO CLEAR AWAY THE USELESS SWAY THAT LIKE A SHIELD I HOARD !"

"SOMEDAY I GREET YOUR SHINING FACE AND SEE THINGS YOU SEE"

"SWEET JESUS..... PLEASE! GIVE ME THE PEACE, EACH DAY WAS MEANT TO BE!...... AMEN!"


Sandra Jane Mack

SATAN IS WAITING

SATAN IS WAITING

Satan is waiting to take you to Hell
When he tells you that he knows your failings so well
If you listen, your missing God’s message so true
Saying " Sinner you’re a winner " because I love you

Sandra Jane Mack

GENTLY MELTING

Gently Melting

Gently melting colours flowing through the scene.
Red meeting yellow, blue mingling green.
A feeling of calmness as the lines interact,
As orange turns purple and white becomes black.
Like snakes in a snake pit they weave to and fro
Some lines getting smaller some only to grow
Then all at once I begin to feel the picture say “Please come in
To this request I must respond by jumping in the swirling pond
Where would I go what would I pass
A bit afraid I carried on to see dancing lines in front of me
Then stepping in a sawdust lake I knew at last the road to take

By Sandra Jane Mack

SIGNS OF GOD

SIGNS OF GOD!

"GOD IS OUT THERE SOMEWHERE!, SAID SOME FOLKS I KNOW!"

"BUT CAN THEY REALLY PROVE THIS, WHAT SIGNS DID HE SHOW!"

"THE SUN IS ONE, THE MOON IS TWO, WHAT OTHERS CAN THERE BE!"

"THE EBBING TIDE! THE WORLD SO WIDE, HIS LOVE FOR YOU AND ME!"

"THAT'S THREE AND FOUR, BUT THERE'S ONE MORE! SO CLEAR FOR ALL TO SEE!"

"WHEN JESUS DIED YES!!!! CRUCIFIED ON THAT CURSED TREE"

Sandra Jane Mack

THE WOMB OF THE MORNING

The Womb of The Morning

Dark lies the sea as Diana looks down,
Gone are the children from the nearby town,
Now is the time for the darkness too reign,
Out of the light, out of truths telling pain,
The spector's of the night rise up from their graves,
Drowned sailors emerge from the sheltering caves,
The Goddess above weaves her magical spell,
And the sailors sit down to tell stories of hell,
Then as night turns to day and the moon to her bed,
The light is the victor and the darkness is dead

By Sandra Jane Mack

UNIVERSITY OF LIFE

` UNIVERSITY OF LIFE '


PEOPLE ON BENCHES CANS IN THE DIRT
ALL GIVING GLIMPSES OF TROUBLES AND HURT
HANDSHAKES AND BACKPATS AND " OCH' DAE' YA' KEN` "
PEOPLE REMEMBERING HOW THINGS WERE BACK THEN
ROSE COLOURED MEMORIES OF CHILDHOOD AND TOYS
OLD MEN RECALLING THE DAYS THEY WERE BOYS
TALKING OF SCHOOL MATES AND TEACHER'S THEY HATED
SAYING " NOT MY FAULT " YOU KNOW THIS WAS FATED
STILL THEY SIT ON THERE IN THE GLOOM
GRASS COLOURED VERGES FOR THEIR LIVING ROOM
GATHERED TOGETHER HUGGLED UP CLOSE
STONES USED FOR PILLOWS JACK FROST AT THEIR TOES
"FATHER LOOK ON THEM, LOOK ON THEM WITH LOVE
TELL THEM YOU KNOW THEM WHEN THE GOING GETS TOUGH"
 
BY SANDRA J MACK

SEA SONG

Sea Song

The woman walked along the beach.
Looking for the answer lying out of reach.
She knew the stones she knew the shells
She knew the sea and the stories it tells

When she was a girl she could understand
The rhythmical voice of the sunken land
She could still hear the whispers of the ebbing tide
But no longer could master the secrets they hide

What was the answer why should this be
That the secrets be held by the greedy sea
With old age approaching and all youth now gone
Could this be the answer for the seas lack of song

By Sandra .Jane .Mack.

THE ANSWER

THE ANSWER

RUNNING FLOWING LIVING WATER
GODS REFRESHMENT FOR OUR SOUL
GIVING US THE TRUE DIRECTION
TO OUR HEAVENLY GOAL

JESUS HOLDS THE CUP TOWARDS US
THEN YOU AND I MUST MAKE THE CHOICE
DO WE HEED THE WORLD AROUND US
OR LISTEN TO HIS VOICE


DO NOT STRIVE FOR MANS FALSE PRAISES
OR WALLOW IN THE LIES YOU HEAR
JUST ACCEPT GODS LIVING WATER
ACCEPT THE ANSWER TO YOUR FEAR

SANDRA.J. MACK

AND MY HEART WANTS TO GRIEVE TOO

AND MY HEART WANTS TO GRIEVE TOO

Undying love formed this figure a lady in grieve for her knight
Fists clenched pushing away reality hooded head bent in
Disbelief
Body covered in sackcloth unable and unwilling to
Accept the truth
And my heart wants to grieve too
I can see her face stained with tears I can feel the
Emptiness of her burden as she calls to her beloved knight
Gone ahead
And my heart wants to grieve too
Her stooped shoulders hunched against his absence
Her bent knees pushing down as she prays aloud
“Not yet” she cries
“I won’t let him go “
And my heart wants to grieve too.

                       BY SANDRA J MACK

ATLANTIC HOME

ATLANTIC HOME

Bright shining waters
Gold grains of sand
Gave invitation
For Viking to land
Green grass for carpet
Black velvet for sky
Sprinkled with stardust
As day starts to die
Waves in the distance
Heading for shore
Loose stones for staircase
Seashells for floor

By Sandra J Mack

DEAR LITTLE BUILDING

DEAR LITTLE BIULDING

DEAR LITTLE BUIIDING SHROUDED IN NIGHT
YOUR WINDOWS SO DARK BUT THEY ONCE WERE SOBRIGHT
THE GRASS NOW SO SAD AS IT GROWS ALL AROUND
AT ONE TIME SO HAPPYTHE WITH JOYOUS SOUND
OF CHILDRENS LAUGHTER AS THEY RAN ON THE GROUND
TABLES STILL LADEN WITH BOOKS NO LONGER NEW
SHINY BLACK BAGS WHERE ONCE STOOD A PEW
STILL AT THE PULPIT GLASS VASES THERE AWATING THE FLOWERS
PLACED LOVINGLY THERE
YES LITTLE BUIDING I HEAR YOUR PLEE
FOR YOUR DOORS TO BE OPENEND
FOR YOUR BELL TO BE RUNG
GODS PRESCENCE BE WORSHIPED
AND HOLY WORDS SUNG

By Sandra J Mack

DEEP IN THE CAVE THE LANTERNS HANG

DEEP IN THE CAVE THE LANTERNS HANG

LIGHTING THE WAY FOR THE SMUGGLING GANG BACK IN THE TOWN THE TOWNSFOLKS SLEEP
AFTER ASKING THE LORD FOR THERE SOULS TO KEEP
DOWN ON THE BEACH THE MOON SHINES HIGH
LIKE A COVERT LIGHT IN A SUSPECT SKY
FAR IN THE DISTANCE THE WAVES BEGIN
TO SWAY TO THE SOUND OF THE WIND
AS SHE STARTS TO SING
THEN SLOWLY NOW AS IF BY GOHSTLY HAND
THE WATER RECLAIM THE GRATEFUL LAND
AND IF YOU LOOK TO THE WEST YOULL SEE
THE SAILS OF A SHIP AS SHE WONDERS FREE
THROUGH THE RAGEING TIDE AND THE SWIRLING FOAM
LOOKING FOR PASSAGE ON THE JOURNEY HOME
HIGH UP IN THE CROWS NEST ONE SOAL WILL STAND
THANKING THE GOOD LORD FOR DELIVERANCE OF LAND
SO NOW THAT THIS FAIR SHIP HAS COME INTO HARBOUR AND THROUGH STORMS IT HAS STRIVEN
WE MUST EVER GIVE THANKS TO OUR FATHER IN HEAVEN

BY SANDRA J MACK

DEEP IN THE FOREST THE TRAVELLER STEPPED

DEEP IN THE FOREST THE TRAVELLER STEPPED

DEEP IN THE FOREST THE FAIRIES CREPED
WATCHING AND WAITING THE GOBLINS COULD SEE
JUST WHERE THE MORTAL MAN WOULD BE
HEARING HIS FOOTSTEPS AND FEELING HIS FEAR
THEY WOULD MEASURE THE DISTANCE AND KNOW WHEN HE IS NEAR
THE TREE RING PULLED TIGHTER WITH EACH STEP HE TOOK
AND FAIRIE EYES WIDENED AS THE FOREST FLOOR SHOOK
THE TRAVELLER WENT FORWARDS TOWARDS JURNEYS END
NO WHERE IN THIS FOREST WOULD HE FIND A FRIEND
HE HURRIED ALONG AS IF IN STEADY FLIGHT
HE KNEW HE WOULD BE LUCKY TO LIVE THOUGH THIS NIGHT
AS HE LOOKED TO THE SKY IN THE MIDST OF HIS PLIGHT
HIS THOUGHTS TURNED TO JESUS AND THE WISE MEN OF OLD
AND THE BIRTH OF THE SAVIOR ON THAT NIGHT
DARK AND COLD
THE WISEMEN HAD TRAVELLED A ROAD JUST AS FAR
ALLTHOUGH HE WAS ONE AND THE WISEMEN
WERE THREE
THE LORD SENT A STAR FOR THE WISEMEN TO SEE
HE LOOKED UP AGINE AND YES YOU WERE RIGHT
THE SKY WAS AGLOW WITH A HEVENLY LIGHT( AMEN)

BY SANDRA JANE MACK

ENIGMA

ENIGMA

LYING IN THE CORNER ALLMOST OUT OF SIGHT
IT COULT MY EYE AS I HURRYED BY WITH UNEXPECTED LIGHT THERE WERE GLINTS OF RED AND GLINTS OF BLUE AND FIRY GLINTS OFGREEN
STREAMS OF SILVER STREAMS OF STREAMS OF GOLD THE BRIGHTEST EVER SEEN AND AS IT LAY IN SUCH ARAY, THE SUN BEGAN TO SET ITS DYING LIGHT BECOMING BRIGHT MADE THE TRESURE BRIGHTER YET, WHAT DID I SEE, WHAT COULD IT BE THIS SOURCE OF PLEASURE WHAT WAS ITS COST WAS ITS WORTH BY WHAT STANDARD COULD YOU MEASURE, AND JUST LIKE YOU I NEVER KNEW THE VALUE OF THIS FIND, BUT ON THAT NIGHT WITH ITS BRIGHT BRIGHT LIGHT, IT BROUGHT ME PEACE OF MIND

BY SANDRA JANE MACK

FRUSTRATION

FRUSTRATION

Same thing after same thing with hope in the middle
No road to help,
Trying to find the path to the circle pushing doubt
And unbelief to the side,
Walking through a sea of treacle feet sticking
Legs unwilling to take you there
Discipline is master
Taking you further on in your search for hope and peace
Hope for tomorrow,
Seeing now the right path to take in the patchwork of life
Practising for eternity
Searching for an opening for a deliverance from
Nothingness.

By Sandra J Mack

ODE TO A LOST LOVE

ODE TO A LOST LOVE

Gone but present far off but near how can this be
In the past but in my heart
Full of hope but hopeless formless but perfectly formed
Ever in thought
Reached but UN reachable found but lost given and taken back
Announced and denied

By SANDRA J MACK

RED LETTER DAY

RED LETTER DAY

Today would be a first for me. I was down to read a poem at the Mitchell Library, two in fact and they would be my own.
Anne my creative writing teacher had asked me and Helen to read at the Aye Write day. The theme was I belong to Glasgow.
It was to start at 2pm; I got there about an hour earlier. The girl at the desk asked “Are you reading today “and with some pride, I answered YES. Anne came out and asked if I would mind sitting outside for a while, as they will still working in the room.
I had brought a can of juice with me and I began to drink it, looking forward to the event. As I sat, I could see, it was going to be busy. A queue had formed at the desk and everyone looked so expectant. Most of them were holding books of all sizes thick, long and short all begging to be read.
Then suddenly as if someone had rang a bell, the queue began to move, disappearing in to the room. I finished my juice and followed them. At the front of the room was a chair “for reader’s to sit on “, I thought. But no it was not. The reader’s, or most of them, stood and read stories and poems about childhood, marriage and work. With some happy memories of holiday’s in the past, all different, but all in the theme of Glasgow, came out loud and clear, we even had a song.
I was told that the event would be on until 4pm, not 3pm, as I thought. So I asked Jane if I could borrow her phone, to ask my Husband, to pick me up at 4.30pm, as there was tea and cake afterwards, I did not want to miss that ` YUM YUM ‘. Then the time came for me and Helen to read, we decided to go up together. Helen kindly let me read first, people listened and I even got an applause and so did Helen. It was a very entertaining and informative day; this did wonders for my self confidence.
Long live Creative writing,

By Sandra Jane Mack

SCATTERED BLOSSOMS

SCATERED BLOSSOMS

Like a carpet of pink they lay
Underfoot and mixed with rain now
Pink lentils in a pot of nature’s soup
How soon people forget their fragrance
How soon they forget the walks they had
Walking under there cover in a sudden shower
No one stopped to thank the trees that held them
No one thanked them for the pink roof they provided
Using them now for their dogs there is still no thanks said
Still no appreciation of these scattered and forgotten pink blossoms

By SANDRA J MACK

GENTLY MELTING

Gently Melting

Gently melting colours flowing through the scene.
Red meeting yellow, blue mingling green.
A feeling of calmness as the lines interact,
As orange turns purple and white becomes black.
Like snakes in a snake pit they weave to and fro
Some lines getting smaller some only to grow
Then all at once I begin to feel the picture say “Please come in
To this request I must respond by jumping in the swirling pond
Where would I go what would I pass
A bit afraid I carried on to see dancing lines in front of me
Then stepping in a sawdust lake I knew at last the road to take

By Sandra Jane Mack

GODLY KNIT

GODLY KNIT

God will take sincerity’s blue as he weaves his holy plan for you
He will mix it with the gold of hope as he pleats your everlasting rope
He will take the bird song from above and melt it with the red of love
Then taking green leaf out of tree he will place them in eternity
Now giving grace in shining white he will teach us what is wrong and wright
For long before the world began he knew the soul of every man
Then working out his fatherly quest he sent his son to give
us rest

BY SANDRA JANE MACK

HEAVEN WAS SILENT

HEAVEN WAS SILENT

Did an angel whisper, did the choir sing
Did the heavenly host cry out?
As they crucified my king.
No “not a sound was uttered, not a voice was heard,
But the notice of scoffers cheering, screming every word
“Kill him kill him “, the crowds began to bawl.
But still no heavenly protest no nothing at all.
Why were the heavens silent, why were the angels still
As they looked down on my saviour, dying on that hill.
What was the answer, what can the reason be,
It was gods will that he should die, to ransom you and me

By SANDRA JANE MACK

HEAVENLY LIGHT

HEAVENLY LIGHT

LIGHT OF HEAVEN SHINE BELOW
LET THIS HUMBEL SINNER KNOW OF THE LOVE YOUR WORD PROCLAIMS
SPEAKE TO ME OF HEAVENLY NAMES
SHOW TO ME THE MERCY SEAT
ABOVE THE EARTH NOW AT YOUR FEET
OPEN UP THE GATES OF GLORY WHISPER ALOUD THE
OLD OLD STORY
OF THE ONE WHO
DIED FOR ME
PAYED THE PRICE TO SET ME FREE
HANGING ON THE CROSS HE KNEW
OF GODS LOVE
FOR ME AND YOU

BY SANDRA JANE MACK

A COMFORTING THOUGHT ( IN MEMORY )

A COMFORTING THOUGHT

TO BUSHES IN A GARDENGROWING IN THE SANDS
IF YOU LOOK BENEATH THE SURFACE YOU WILL SEE THEM HOLDING HANDS
FINGERS STRECHING OUT WITH LOVE SOME TO GIVE SOME TO RECIVE
IN LIFE THEY HELD ON TIGHT THROUGH TRADGETY AND GREIF
AND WHEN LIFES HAPPY MOMENTS CAME AND JOY WOULD FILL THE AIR
THERE HANDS WOULD COME TO GETHER IN THANKSGIVING PRAYER
AND NOW AT JOURNYS END THEY SIT IN PARIDISE ABOVE
THEY LEAVE WITH US THIS HAPPY THOUGHT OF NEVER ENDING LOVE
THIS THOUGHT WILL NEVER SPOIL CLASPED HANDS BENEATH THE SOIL IN MEMORY OF ROBERT AND MARJIORE

IN MEMORY OF ROBERT AND MARJORIE MILLWARD
My Son’s Late In Law’s

BY SANDRA JANE MACK

KELVINGROVE PARK

KELVINGROVE PARK

A PLACE OF MEMORY A PLACE WHERE CHILDHOOD RETURNS
WHERE IMAGINATION RUNS FREE WITH MAGICAL SHAPE TO EVERY TREE
WITH GREEN FIELDS OF GRASS AND THE SECRETS
THEY HOLD
OF BUSHES OF LEAVES NOW TURNING GOLD
WHERE DOGS RUN AND PLAY BY THE LIGHT OF THE DAY
AND THE MOON SHINES HER LIGHT IN THE SHADE OF THE NIGHT
AND THE WATERS RUN FAST RECOLING THE PAST
WHERE AS CHILD YOU STOOD IN THE HEART OF THE WOOD A RENEWING SPARK THATS KELVINGROVE PARK
A RENEWING SPARK THAT’S
KELVINGROVE PARK

BY SANDRA JANE MACK

MAJESTICALLY

Majestically the tall trees stood in this old and covert wood
Up above Diana walked back and forth the branches rocked
Brother wind began to blow moving leaves and grass below
Nightly creatures came to look at her moonbeams in the brook
Now the owls came out to play (ti wit ta hoo) they each would say
But very soon Diana tiered and from the wood the moon retired
Then sister Sun announced the day and chased the darkened night away

By SANDRA J MACK

SELF CANVAS

Self Canvas

Paint me once angry, but now born anew
Paint me once harmful, but now helping you
Paint me once shackled with sorrows and strife
Paint me now free and happy with life.
Paint me by the sea with sand covered toes
Paint me by seashells and welcoming shores
Paint me as loving allowing a space
To show other people I’ve earned my place

By Sandra J Mack

SHOW ME THE WAY

SHOW ME THE WAY

SHOW ME THE WAY LORD ILUMINATE MY STEPS WITH SPIRTUAL LIGHT
LEED ME TO VICTORY IN YOUR HOLY FIGHT
LET ME SEE THE GLORY IN YOUR ETERNAL PLAN TEACH ME YOUR MESSAGE AS I WALK AMONGST MAN
OPEN THE GATE LORD TO YOUR NAROW PATH SEND DOWN YOUR BLESSINGS ON MY HOME AND HARTH
PLEASE GIVE ME A VISION OF SWEET CALVARY WHERE MAN TOOK HIS SAVIOUR TO HANG ON A TREE
WHERE YOU TURNED YOUR FACE LORD
BECAUSE OF OUR SIN THEN YOU PRACTEST YOUR GRACE LORD AND REDEMEDED US IN HIM

BY SANDRA J MACK

SITTING IN THE GARDEN

SITTING IN THE GARDEN

Sitting in the garden seat I saw I front of me a sheet
Of yellow flowers blowing in the breeze
I saw the yellow sun send down her warming rays
To settle on the grateful trees
Then looking to the bright blue sky I saw the yellow
Song bird flies and smiled to hear his song
Gladdened now to be a part of natures
Yellow tinted throng
Come ring the bells to god above
All thee who dwell below
And thank the lord for sunny days
And pretty flowers that grow
We thank him to for saving grace
And healing of our souls
For helping hands and loyal friends
And giving time to grow

By Sandra J Mack

SNOW

SNOW

WHEN GODS WORLD IS WHITE WHERE T HE TREES ARE SO BRIGHT
AND THE SKY LOOKS SO CRISP AND SO CLEAN
SNOW SITTING LIKE FEATHERS ON OUT REACHING BRANCHES AND PATCHES OF BLUE CAN BE SEEN
YOUR MIND TURNS TO CHILDHOOD
AND UNIFORMED SNOWMEN ARIVINGWERE
GREEN GRASS HAD BEEN
LOOKAT THE GROUND WHAT HAVE YOU FOUND
TINY FOOT PRINTS ALL LINED IN A ROW
YOU” LLWONDER AWHILE AND THEN START TO SMILE AT THE ROBBINS WITH RED BREASTS AGLOW
AS YOU STAND IN THE PARK YOU”LL HEAR SOME DOGS
START TO BARK
AT THE CHILDREN WHO RUN DOWN THE LANE
WITH THE ONCOMING NIGHT YOU”LL FELL JACK GIVE A BITE
AND GIVE THANKS FOR YOUR ANE HERTH AND HAME

BY SANDRA J MACK

THANK YOU LORD FOR LOVING ME

THANK YOU LORD FOR LOVING ME THANK YOU LORD YOU LORD FOR UNDERSTANDING WWHEN I FORGET TO THANK YOU FOR YOUR LOVE AND THANK YO U LORD FOR YOUR SON HE DIEIED FOR ME ON THE CROSS

By Sandra J Mack

THANK YOU LORD WE GIVE YOU PRAISE

THANK YOU LORD WE GIVE YOU PRAISE
FOR GIVING US THE GOLDEN DAYS
BUT WHEH THE SHADE OF DAY IS GRAY
THESE WORDS ARE VERY HARD TO SAY

By Sandra J Mack

THE DARK DARK SKY

THE DARK DARK SKY

THE DARKINING SKY COVERS THE EARTH AS THE STARS COME TO REST FOR THE NIGHT
FLICKERS OF GOLD STRAY FROM THE DYING SUN
THE WORLD TURNS TO SILVER WITH
MOON ON THE RUN
DOWN IN THE TOWN THE PEOPLE SLEEP IN WARMING BEDS
NO THOUGHTS OF THE MORROW IN THERE SLEEPY
HEADS
THE SOUND OF CALIPING HORSES IN THE DISTENCE
FILL THE AIR AS THE TOWNSMEN SIT IN TAVERENS
SUPPING WITHOUT CARE
AS AT THE HARBOUR THE SHIPS READY TO DEPART
EVERY SAILOR FEELING FEAR IN HIS HEART
NOT KNOWING THE DISSTANCE OF THE JURNEY THEY GO
THE HORSEMEN APPEAR ON THE LIGHTINING BEACH
AS MOON TURNS TO SUN IN A WELLCOMING GLOW
THE COMPANY ASEMBELS ON WARM SOFTNIG SAND
SOME SAILORS SOME HORSEMEM TOGETHER THEY STAND
THE CHAPLIN BEFORE THEM THEY ALL KNEEL TO PRAY
GIVING THANKS TO THE LORD THEY ASK HIM TO SEND
A BLESSING FROM HEAVEN AND ATHANKS FOR HIS SON
THEN AND ASK HIM TO GIVE THERE
SHIP SAVE RETURN (AMEN)

BY SANDRA JANE MACK

THE SIGNS YOU SEND

THE SIGNS YOU SEND

THE SIGNS YOU SEND
FOR US TO SEE
WILL GROW AFRESH ON EVERY TREE
THE BRANCHES GROWING FROM THE BASE
WILL SHOW TO US YOUR SAVING GRACE
THE TINY BUDS THAT GROW AROUND
WILL FLOOD THE EARTH WITH HOLY SOUND
AND BIRDS THAT SIT ON FERNS OUTREACHING
REMINDS US OF YOUR CONSTENT TEACHING
CLEAR LIGHT WILL COME FROM SKY ABOVE
TO SHEILD THE WORLD IN HEAVENLY LOVE
THEN NIGHTLY STARS WILL SHINE WITH WORTH
TO SPEEK TO US OF THE SAVIOUR’S BIRTH

By Sandra J Mack

A SUMMER SHOWER

A SUMMER SHOWER

The sky darkens and clouds stand at attention
Air tingles with anticipation and excitement
Then just as if nature hand has turned up the volume
All sounds can be heard in ever increasing intensity
A passing car breaks the sound barrier in your ears
The nearby fairground booms out music from yesteryear
Then it happens the lightning flashes and the heavenly drum beats
And there before you is a waterfall of sweet smelling rain

By SANDRA J MACK

THE WOMB OF THE MORNING

The Womb of The Morning

Dark lies the sea as Diana looks down,
Gone are the children from the nearby town,
Now is the time for the darkness too reign,
Out of the light, out of truths telling pain,
The spector's of the night rise up from their graves,
Drowned sailors emerge from the sheltering caves,
The Goddess above weaves her magical spell,
And the sailors sit down to tell stories of hell,
Then as night turns to day and the moon to her bed,
The light is the victor and the darkness is dead

By Sandra Jane Mack

THON YONDER TREE

THON YONDER TREE

THE CENTER WAS FULL AND BUSY
MEN AND WOMEN RUNNING AROUND
MAKING THEM DIZY
FEEDING THE FAMILY
MAKING THE BEDS
NO THOUGHT OF GOD
IN CROWDED HEADS
LIVING IS HARD
OR IT CAN BE
MONEY DONT GROW
ON THON YONDER TREE
CHILDREN ARE CRYING
ASKING FOR SWEETS
PURSES ARE EMPTY
REGARDLESS OF NEEDS
NO FRIEND OF WANTS
ONLY OF GREEDS
OH WHY CANT THEY
WHY CANT THEY SEE
MONEY DONT GROW
ON THON YONDER TREE
PEOPEL ARE LONLY
EASY TO BE
WONDERING WHAT THE ANSWER COULD BE
OH PLEASE DEAR LORD
PLEASE LET THEM SEE
THEANSWER IS THERE
AT DARK CALVARY
WHEN JESUS DIED (CROSIFIED)
ON THON WONDER TREE

By Sandra J Mack

THREE CROSSES

THREE CROSSES

REMEMBER SINNER IF YOU WILL
THEE CROSSES ON A HILL
REMEMBER TO HOW SEFLESLY
THE SAVIOR PAID FOR YOU AND ME
HANGING THERE ON CURSED WOOD
BETWEEN TOO THEVIES WHY SHOULD
IT BE THAT CHRIST HUNG THERE
ON CENTER TREE
THE ANGLES LOOKING DOWN COULD TELL THEY KNEW THE REASON VERY WELL
THE TRUYH RANG OUT FROM CHERIBIN HOAST
NOW CHRISTIANS WITH ONE VOICE CAN BOAST
THE TRUTH THAT DAY IS TRUTH STILL
IT WAS THE HEAVENLY FATHER WILL

BY SANDRA JANE MACK

THERE BY NATURE'S HAND

There by nature’s hand

One to wear a crown and rule
And the other to stand
Bright havenger of hope
Giving message of hope
Of future promise
Mothers baking very busy
Happy children now running home
Santa coming very soon

By Sandra J Mack

THE BUTTERFLY

THE BUTTERFLY

ABOVE US SITS THE FATHER THER ON HEAVENLY THRONE
AND EVERY DROP OF RAIN THAT FALLS IS TO THE FATHER KNOWN
HE KNOWS WHEN ANGRY WORDS ARE SAID
HE KNOWS WHEN HEARTS ARE BROKEN
HE FEELS THE FEAR WITHIN OUR SOULS
HE HEARS THE DOUBT THAT’S SPOKEN
ON WINDY DAYS HE SEES THE WAVESTREE
ON STORMY SEAS THAT WRECK
AND KEEPS HIS HAND UPON
THE LIFES OF SAILORS ON THE DECK
AND WHEN THE BUTTERFLY MUST HIDE
FROM BIRDS IN DOWN WARDS GLIDE
THEN KNOWING WHERE THERE PLACE SHOULD BE
AND PLACES THEM ON SAFER TREE

BY SANDRA J MACK

UNCUT STONES

UNCUT STONES

LORD WE COME TO YOU AS NATURE MIGHT
LACKING FORM LACKING LIGHT
NO KNOWLEDGE OF YOUR GREATER PLAN
NO FEELINGS OF YOUR LOVE FOR MAN
AND YET FROM SOMEWHERE DEEP WITHIN
WE KNOW THE ANSWERS WILL BEGIN

By Sandra J Mack

THE DANCING MEN

THE DANCING MEN

When day is done and the sun goes home from Tullybungel park
That’s when the little fairy men go dancing in the dark
They dance round bush they dance round tree they dance round babbling brook they dance round keeper Rodgers house just to have a look
They dance up lanes they dance down dales they skip and jump with glee
They dance on to the bluebell wood to see what they can see
They dance along Tullybungel road right up to down dale Farm
And when they find the old scare crow they dance around his arm
So if you would go to Tullybungel don’t go there in the dark
No go when you can see for if the fairy men were there they would dance round you. And me.

By Sandra J Mack

WHEN

WHEN

When today is tomorrow and tomorrow is to day
What will have changed?
Will the sun still be shining bright will the moon?
Still come out at night
Will the sea still flow will the trees still grow,
Will the birds still fly will sea gull cry
What will have changed?
(Looking)
Have you heard the seagull laugh as she passes by?
Have you watched the salmon jump reaching for the sky?
Have you walked a long long road trying to find the end?
Have you spent a lonely day looking for a friend?
THE STORM
Did you hear the wind cry last night as she walked?
Around the trees
Did you hear the angels sing as there notes
Became the breeze
Did you see the rain drops as they filled the ocean bed?
Did you see the lighting flash as it sparked?
Above your head

By Sandra J Mack