That primeval substance
hurled into being
at creation
was also Caribbean.
Vulnerable isles
older than Cyclura
fragile as coral
or turtle eggs.
Hurricanes gather
to strip and devour
structures that shatter
and splinter
as tribes and class,
dynasty and caste
broke into fragments
intermingling good.
Out of the agony
and the ecstasy
greed and generosity
suffering and gain
heart-ease and pain
plenty and lean
emerges a people:
a new creation
dauntless
and resilient
to develop a resource
where humankind
psychological balance
and equilibrium
may find.
Glory
On my way from work,
I saw sheep cowering
under a tamarind tree
seeking shade.
Goats, more sure-footed
in sun or rain
on barest patch found grain
and waterhole.
Cows wandered across
the traffic's flow,
bulls played havoc below
looking for grass.
At dusk, all cudded
rights and wrongs
digested in the glory
of contented story.
Traveling
Father, let me travel
As lightly as the air,
Let excess baggage disappear.
Father, let me travel
With a heart full of glee
And a helping hand free.
Father, please give me
The valid passport
Of faith, hope, and charity.
The Art of God
In the splendour of the sunset
I see the art of God
And his creative love.
In the dazzle of the sunset
Is a colourful shrine
Of God's unique design.
In the colours of the sunset
I see a treasure trove
Of Jesus' redeeming love.
From the radiance of the sunset
May the spirit beam
Illuming rays on me.
The art of God above
Draws me in the picture
Of his redeeming love.
