THEY ROBBED ME OF SILENCE LORD

 

They took away my slence Lord

they robbed me of Your peace

they hammered with their drills Lord

the noise it never ceased.

the laundrymat's dryers blew Lord

they blew away my peace

now I play White Noise Lord

the humming never ceased.

they took away my light Lord

they beat me with their lies

but You gave me back my peace Lord

a peace no money buys.

You showed me Lord my sin Lord

You said it loud and clear

You do not like the light my child

although I am very near.

I didn't love the light Lord

I didn't love your love

and so in darkness I lived Lord

it fitted  like a glove

until one day you tore it off

amidst my heavy sighs

and then I saw the light Lord

a Light that never dies.

L. Ivison copyright 2026

Headwave 2026; rainy morning

 

5 August 2026

Heavenly rain sent from

Heaven refreshing the town

still asleep at 7,00 a.m.

Hot nights follow hot days

only a white cotton sheet

shrouds my body.

Waiting not for the sun

but for silence.

the sun blessing the earth

brings tourists like flies

buzzing with excitement

to the beaches where naked

they bake with pleasure.

at night, the din of music

blasting from windows 

opening onto narrow streets.

An eternal thump, a deadly beat

so that they cannot hear their

thoughts or themselves.

Silence would destroy them

so they drown it and 

drownout the Truth.

Finally 3.00 a.m. now only

the hum of heating pumps

saving  the planet but

destroying peace.

in this town there is no silence

no peace no truth.

 

White-washed rooms with mod cons

conseal the slums they inhabit.

upstairs the neighbours tread,

downstairs the old lady spies

Slums for sale in historic part of town.

All mod cons.

Where is the silence from which

Truth and Beauty spring

where is the fountain of love in

the urban chaos.

the town gardens planted to disguise

a reality no one can bear

trees planted to hide the hideous lives

the inhabitants of the town live.

Cut off , separated from the land

so long ago, bringing urban turmoil

to all hearts.

O come, come silence.  Come of peaceful night.

Give me back my land, give me back my sight.

L. Ivison 2026 copyright

BAPTISM OF CHRIST LUMINOUS MYSTERY

 

I  was there beside the Jordan

You were and are there beside the Jordan

Timeless today yesterday and tomorrow

You stand in the Jordon.

I can see You standing in the Jordan

I can hear Your voice silently in the Jordan

Then descends the white Dove

the Holy Spirit over Your head

I hear the voice of the Father

This day and every day.

A shady tree planted on the Bank

throws shadow over Your head

Dragonflies over the water 

butterflies dancing on the Bank

Yes, everytime, yesterday, today and tomorrow I are standing by the Jordon.

Amen.

SECOND LUMINOUS MYSTERY. A DAY AT THE WEDDING OF CANNAAN

 

i am there with you Holy Mother

with your Sacred Son

under the olive trees

throwing shade over His Blessed Head

light breezes move the leaves

and sunshine lights up His Glorious Face

and then covered again by shade.

the wedding guests murmur

the birds sing

the wind blows

and there still beside you sweet Mother

seated a shadow under His Blessed Hand

moves to take the cup

with new wine

red, reflecting light

His Light

wine that He will offer as His Blood

wine that they will offer as he dies.

Blessed Mother I am with you

All day at Canaan, Today,

copyright L. Ivison 2026

TOWN TREES February 2026

 

TOWN TREES

O wretched mossy trees

your limbs are painted green

wetter than i have ever seen

trees lifting your head to heavens height

fails with this town green blight

snaking skyward in dissarray

so long yet until sunny may

when tenticles dipped in mossy slime

can hide your  sadness in its time.

L. Ivison 2026 @ copyright.

GO AWAY SPRING 10 January 2026

 

Wretched crocus, perfidious flower

 daffodil, now is not the hour.

where is the howling wind and cracking snow

where the biting breeze and glacial foe?

splashing through puddles reflecting naked trees

go away warm zephyrs and scented breeze.

spindly twigs and mistletoe

by Your sweet breathe all must go

spring comes creeping in to suspect glee

faulty joy rising through the heart

to hide the hour when we all depart.

L, Ivison 2026 copyright

SUMMER GARDEN IN WINTERTIME 5 february 2026

 

what strange impressions fresh roses give

when winter bites our very toes

apple blossom  pink and fine

while hoar frosts still come and go

too bright green leaves of sycamore

too red the roses on the vine

outside   snow and frost now thaw

and freezing rain so very fine

blinds my eyes to summer's bliss

while longing for the icy mists.

l. ivison 2026 copyright.