We have a number of creative people at Kaleidoscope, David is a brilliant Creative Writer.
David has led a team of writers at a Creative Worship night that Michelle holds once a term.
For more information or if you would like to get involved please contact firstname.lastname@example.org
Below is one of David's creative works.
Is ' Love ' just another four letter word ...
given a life sentence ?
Sometimes too little
Sometimes too much ... Such is life .
Is this existence a swirling vortex ...
of which I must make sense ?
Am I , you , we living a pretence ...
at truth's expense ?
Are we colour living in contrast ?
Or black and white ... out of focus ?
Just a biological blast projected on some
future past ?
Am I ' True Blue ' ... me ... we ?
Am I well and truly set free ...
and in the presence ?
Living within the heart and soul
of Holy mindfulness ?
Providence with purpose ..
I am on a promise . The word given ,
In name , in deed , and in person.
The one who is faithful and true .
Honestly , apparently , a loving spoonful
of truth ... a divine recipe.
With integrity like a hot shot of espresso coffee .
Am I only decaf ... or just Blend 43 ?
Having been plucked , roasted & ground
in a place called Placebo Town .
Loving justice , the knowing ,
showing mercy... requiring the giving and taking
of the occasional selfie at the
Right & Royal Navel Gazing Academy .
Virtuosity... an unexpected journey.
The answer searching the altitude of latitude ,
as all hell brakes loose ,
and the heavens descend .
Finding a true friend .
Even better , a Saviour...
a brother, with a spare dime ,
at the Laundromat of Space and Time .
As the Good Samaritan crosses tribal lines ,
through the headwinds ,
at the crossroads ,
the wonder of a sign ...
from the One who shadows over a multitude of crime .
Not the rumor of a gossip from the marketplace....
not a trace .
Not the whisper of a sound ,
heard through the din...of Placebo Town.
The Taker ... climbing the crater of wordly power , with his pants on fire ,
another master's apprentice
from the golden tower .
Silver tongue preaching to the rat race choir ,
as All Star Evangelical guns for hire
strut the catwalk of dog eat dog empire .
Where the trained to heel are
' keeping it real ' ...
whilst cutting a deal .
It's always peak hour on the indiscreet streets ...
the zero ground ,
in a place , an empty space ,
called Placebo Town .
Where mercy gone missing
Where grace freely taken ...
but not given , by the heirs and graces
of the unforgiving.
Where truer words never are spoken .
Where oppression the weapon ,
and deception the poison .
Malicious and religious...
both domestic and foreign .
Where souls are downtrodden and
dwelling in the cellar of Placebo Town
The Seafarer ... seeking truth .
Does all plain sailing make you
... a plain sailor ?
Prepare to be boarded and searched ,
by the Goodship Captain ...
and the interstellar fellow traveller ,
from escalator to service elevator .
With permission , on a mission ,
my soul to retrieve ...
Lost in the weave of a wicked web ...
A weave so tight
you'd forget how to breathe.
One stich at a time , crossing a finite line ,
as virtue retreats...
in the land of giant deceits ,
going down in Placebo Town .
So down and laid low ,
past tired and sore ,
like a piece of junk mail
shoved under death's door .
I felt the flow of water living ~ uplifting .
Heard the whisper on the wind ~
like a mighty roar .
' Ten Four ' , above and beyond ...
and even more .
The Angels. , from every angle , in awe
and keeping score .
The Living God commands ,
as death so demands ,
honesty in totality !
How can any man , born of a woman , stand ?
Before the shadow surrounds you ...
a fear you just can't break through ,
look to the Son .. in person ,
to the One who is faithful and true .
Kingdom Come !
The Dinki Di , out from the shadow of the sky ,
as dark energy switches back to light
and dark matter , with glory , reignites .
The concealed revealed from way on high.
The curtain coming down ...
on a place called Placebo Town.
The pusher pushing for proof ...
Is Life a one shot self inflicted wound ,
eternity bound , down the barrel of a gun ?
In a land of bumper sticker opinions ,
it seems , everybody's got one .
No truth to be found in Placebo Town .
Chasing a desperate treasure ,
beyond hunger's full measure ...
Over black seas , under red skies ,
past the last post to the hitching rail ...
Covered in the dust of a crooked trail ,
with a past you just can't disguise ...
in word or deed .
In need of that wonder working teflon ,
the truly fair dinkum .
When all said and done ...
look to the Son .
Ashes to diamond
... Kingdom Come !
The believer true ...
Integrity you just can't drill through.
The Environmental Criminal now recycling
every blessed molecule.
Life , for a time , a privilege divine ...
Recreation , revelation , the sensation ,
endless~loving ~morning sunshine .
The infinite sublime ...
Rivers and streams to cross .
From valleys deep ,
the mountains to climb ,
in the shadow of your wing .
Unity in purpose...motivation service ,
to the Lord of all things.
As the bell of truth rings ,
I've still a way to go , till I get to the sea
... through all the to and fro .
May the road rise and the waters flow.
Hope , faith , love and all that
an unexpected tomorrow can bring ...
as the crow flies ,
and the Angels sing .
~ by david redpath