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This section
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This poem was written by Albert Grech, a member of Magis, during a silence retreat which was held at St Augustine’s Convent in Gozo in December 2004 |
THE ELEMENTS Watch the sun rising See it go up high Golden beams agleaming In the honey painted sky. Have you seen it smiling? Ever asked her why? Pale moon, drowsy rises Silver light baths the ground Magical spell surprises Without making sound. How beautiful life is When you look around When the river flows gently Blindly in its path to the sea Hear it murmur softly Asking you how to be free Speak to her fondly, Tell her “With God, you’ll be.” The wan flame flickers Searching for life Unsteadily it bickers In a life full of strife. With a pale light it still flitters, Hopeful and fervent, keen as a knife. The old hills teach us a lesson in wisdom: To be gentle, steady and sure. Through crumbling earth and a falling kingdom Silent in reverence, innocent and pure. In God they wait for their freedom For only in God’s love they’ll endure. Albert 04/12/04 |
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This is another poem by Albert Grech, this time it waswritten in the CLC seminar 2004, which had “The Prophets” as its main theme. |
THE PROPHET “Hearken and listen out The Lord’s missive do not dare to flout For after the prosperous doubt Quickly follows the fiery drought. The clock is tickingTime is running short What an irony. Time is money. At the end it sounds so funny.” It echoes in my head but doom’s knell rings louder To whom shall I listen? Treasures sparkle and glisten With tempting thoughts they beckon. Or should I heed the prophet’s lesson? His oratory, not the speech of a king. Or ties of a blinding and deceiving sort I’m lured and tossed. All shall be lost, When touched by time’s cold frost. Shall I listen to his brazen words or shall I be
prouder? Prophet, teach me to see Shall I choose God? Alone I shall not be On which path shall I be really free? To have it all and loose it in a flash! But all that’s worldly around me fades. Alone I stand, for the others stand fast in their
falling. Who shall be my prophet? Albert 14/11/03 |
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