Though You Know Not My Name

Though the leaves soon fall away, 

Departing from skies blue to grey,

Oh peaceful one, sleepy one, dreamy one, hopeful one, 

Rest a while on shores of summer's day.

Dreamy one dream, dream a little while,

The colours of the fields will sustain you one more mile.

Hopeful one hope, even if it is to borrow,

For hear the birds are singing, 

New life comes on the moro.

See there the sun-kissed roses, 

That bloom amongst the forest,

Beyond the hills with misty eyes,

See the birds fly, 

Oh see the birds fly.

Close your eyes and hear the memory,

Of a tune from long ago;

Close your hand upon my hand again,

The sea sings a fond hello.

Will you let me hold you gently?

Will you let me be beside you when you ache?

Will you let me brush my fingers upon your cheek and see you smile in their wake?

Will you let me show you softly how to walk the ragged shore?

Will you let me take your hand in mine, 

Lead you to the open door?

Can you trust this hand that leads you?

Can you trust I know your name?

Can you trust that though you know not mine, 

I'll ne'er forget you all the same?

A Sleeping Revolutionary

There lies deep within me a sleeping revolutionary,

Let it lie, 

my dear,

let it lie.

Through the clanging bells of time sleeps this revolutionary of mine,

Let it sleep,

my dear,

let it sleep.

The silence of the night shroud the mystery of what fight,

Let it lie,

my dear,

let it lie.

And as it lies,
my dear,

To the gates, 

Prepare!

Raise the alarm, ring the bells,

BUT

Do not let them tell,

This hidden aching well,

Until the whisper of the morn' 

and the light of a new dawn 

lifts the wings of those who mourn 

to soar across the shore 

to the hope of life reborn!

There lies deep within me a sleeping revolutionary.

Let it be,

my dear.

Until I call,

for thee.

Why Would I Leave You Now?

There is a light shining behind the door,

There are soft voices in the hall,

Why would I leave you now?

Your eyes, they are starting to open at last,

The memories of the night are fading into the past,

Why would I leave you now?

It is cold outside, but love, there is light,

Take the coat on your left,

Rise up from your rest,

Stretch your arms to the sky,

And laugh with the sunrise.

It has gone,

The dark fight,

It has gone,

The stinging bite,

Of the faces that tormented,

Your soul it relented,

But the night has departed,

Halt fear, the day has started.

I held your hand as you screamed,

I held your hand as they tried,

To smother in the night,

'There is no light!' They lied.

I cried as you wept,

I held you close as life ebbed,

Out of your frail form,

As the day did not dawn.

Fear not,

My child,

Fear not,

My love.

Look up, there you see?

Beyond the memories,

There is life, 

There is life, 

There is life come from the night.

Never fear,

My child,

Never fear,

My love,

Take my hand and we'll walk, 

To the door w

ith the light,

To new life, 

To new life, 

To new life come from the night.

Fear not what lies ahead,

I did not leave you then to their attack,

And why would I leave you now?

My Heart Must Leave

Oh can you see beyond the valley,

There lies a land waiting for me,

Do you know why summer tarries,

To bring us back, 

Down by the sea.

Fare ye well my old companions,

Fare ye well my heart must leave,

And where'er I go, always remember,

The path we wandered,

Down by the sea.

If I die before I see you,

I pray you'll know his heart is true,

Know the strength of his gentle voice,

As he whispers,

Down by the sea.

This poem doesn't make as much sense now that summer is upon us here in New Zealand.  It would be better read in the dead of winter, when all is wet and miserable.

It was written in spring last year, I was leaving the city I had lived in for 10 years to travel south 7 hours and live and work in another city that I knew very little about.  I had spent my entire life within a two hour radius and now I was to go, with no idea about when, or if, I would ever return.

There comes a time when you must say goodbye yet I don't think we are made to say goodbye.  See you later, yes, but not goodbye.  Not, I may never see you again, have a good life.  Especially to people and places that have meant so much to you, places that you have been broken by, shaped by, loved by.

Yet, I can look back now on the time that I spent away and I am so glad I did leave.  I needed to change. I needed to see another part of the country, to go somewhere where hardly anyone knew my name, and to be able to step into the new me that had been forged by the grace of God during my time back in the city that had been home.