A Sinner’s Call
O heavenly Father look what they’ve done
They have crucified Your begotten Son
Treated Him as a common criminal
At Golgotha, called the place of the skull
With Him in this morning I climbed the hill
Now at His bleeding feet I’m ever still
Why did You let them to take Him from me
Can You not now let Him down from the tree
Father you see they have taken Him down
Tenderly they remove His blood soaked crown
I am helpless all I can do is pray
As before I shall now follow and stay
As a sinner I am woefully weak
His continued guidance is what I seek
Cannot fathom Him in a tomb of stone
In the dreary cold darkness all alone
Father your scriptures says He shall return
In my heart and soul for this I yearn
To You I Pray
My heavenly Father to you I pray
Giving You thanks for this wonderful day
Filled with much happiness but almost done
Time to reflect on your begotten Son
I humbly ask that You make me worthy
Of pain He willingly suffered for me
May His words fervently be my life’s guide
And the Holy Spirit remain inside
Let holy His name be upon my lip
At the moment that into sleep I slip
Woman with Taper, Jules Breton (1873)
Candle’s glow let forever to be your guide
Making sure its bright flame never to quit
The wind’s access must always be denied
Wind is evil, tempting you to submit
Might your candle’s glow suddenly disappear
Do not place it in a darkened drawer
For your future will then become nadir
Must make an effort its flame to restore
Surround yourself with those whom you think dear
Be not afraid to share what is you fear
If true to yourself future will be clear
The glow of the flame you now will restore
Light of the candle to you be sacred
Then drink of His wine and eat of His bread
Norham Castle, Sunrise, J. M. W. Turner (c.1845)
Not sure if it is my mind in a haze
Sun like melted butter in breakfast dish
Assur’d myself will be a wonderful day
Or better to say is my only wish
Swept the cobwebs out of my sleepy head
Gave thanks that didn’t wake to eternal fire
And let me not forget my daily bread
Now to concentrate on today’s attire
Day will be just fine with some assistance
Appears to be more questions than answers
Past has shown there’s no need for resistance
Never chastised for my many blunders
Out of doors with coffee cup in my hands
I talk and He listens, He understands
Study for Jarius’ Daughter, Colin Unwin Gill (1921)
The Room, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
No memories on my bedroom walls hung
No windows to let in the morning sun
No clothes of mine to be carelessly flung
No purpose for appearance of homespun
Choosing an abstemious way of life
Considered not to be a penalty
As not being joined to a faithful wife
Giving opportunity to be free
For it is what goes on inside my head
Avoiding distractions as best I can
By a suspicious doctrine to be lead
Understanding where miracles began
Started with the wonder of Abraham
But now living miracles of the Lamb
Nemesis, Alfred Rethel (1837)
Nemesis, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
Flying the sky with impeccable eye.
Hated by many willing to do wrong.
Power ov’r those who deservedly die,
Sent to a place avoided overlong.
Eternal truth always a faithful guide,
To all, weak or strong, assuring justice.
Ensuring that all, to the rules abide,
With restless effort, providing aegis.
Perpetrators of hubris, soon to dwell,
As the profane descent of Lucifer,
Into Satan, was sent to fires of hell,
Never again to kneel at God’s altar.
You who ever toils to give what is due,
Have earned admiration for your virtue.
Il Povero Pescatore, Puvis de Chavannes (1881)
The Poor Fishman, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
The river so flat and still like dried paint.
Not sure if what I say is a complaint.
Father you know that I am not a saint,
But help the fish and me to reacquaint.
Today I say that my day shall be long,
Not returning here until the next dawn.
Yet during those hours I will sing your song,
Giving praise and praying that I stay strong.
The fish I pray for not only for me.
I think of my poor weakened family,
Healthy and strong I pray them all to be,
For it is in them my whole life I see.
To Saint Peter the fish You did help send,
It is on Your will that our lives depend.