Inspired by a Friend

For a second, 
I wonder
Upon endless thoughts
Dreams
Memories
Even the present.

Seemingly you reside
Somewhere within
Realising -
Not somewhere, but everywhere!
Everywhere 
Amongst my thoughts.

Always near to heart
You are there -
At all times, never leaving
Gratitude I feel, 
Appreciative
Honoured to know you!

To have you part of my life
A missing puzzle piece
Out of a bigger plan
Our lives all net together
As an intricate weave
A colourful masterpiece.

Woven in the loom of life
Each of us unique 
In our own way
Special and important, 
You are all that -
And much more to me.

Knowing I can 
Count on you
And you on me
Is bliss in my mind, 
Peace in my heart
And joy to my soul.

~ Quentin Jessen © 25 February 2009

River

Running, flowing -

Rushing like a stream...

Like a river

Swimming down the land,

Through the fields,

And down the valleys

So too, do I

Feel -

The same.

Water rushes, gushes -

Up and over rocks,

Stones & boulders...

Making its way to a

Far away destination,

As do I seem to be

Nearly there -

Or not?

It still seems far.

Winds, turns and

Around the bends it goes,

Turning this way & that...

Life does the same -

And never ceases to calm

But I shouldn't despair

For surely,

Peace

Will Come.

Waterfall, like a torrent

Falls, falls and tumbles -

As a skydiver

Gliding through the air...

Freely, carefree do I

Seem to be falling

Sailing,

Swimming

Into the hands of love.

And out of the foam,

The froth, waves of turbulence

Of a changed life & new love

The river of life,

Of a new - beginning...

Wash calmly down the river

Away into the

Sunrise,

The start of a new Dawn.

~ Quentin Jessen © 24 April 2006

A Silence of Nothingness

A silence, and a hush falls
Could it be that,
In-between these concrete walls
I'm hopelessly trapped.

Something holds us prisoner -
Loneliness, a nothingness
Inside our minds does it keep us
In a dark cold cell, comfortless.

How great the sky
How huge the clouds
How small do I feel
Among these crowds ...

Of people, and man-made structures
Unnoticed, unappreciated -
Small, insignificant and pushed aside
Almost all hope obliterated.

No time, no time!
An effort too much to ask,
Tears for help, for peace within
For friendship, attention and love at last.

Our spirits seem crushed, trampled upon
Our determination failing ...
Would this time be short, or too long?
Will this sadness end .. ?

~ Quentin Jessen © 2002

Fading Hope

The bright sunlight has faded,
Darkness is all around me.
My hands reach out -
Frantically, desperately,
Hoping to find a little comfort,
Only to discover I have been bound.

More and more do I reach,
But a searing pain penetrates my soul.
The ties of bondage hold on -
Firmly tightening ,
Holding onto my chance of freedom,
And confusion filling my entire being.

"Where are You Lord?" I ask,
Could it be that He is gone?
I feel abandoned -
Lost and hurt,
It feels like I am alone,
Please Lord won't You draw near?

My cries for help ring out to nothingness,
And no one is listening.
My spirit is crushed -
Repenting, but doubting,
Wondering if I am saved,
If I'm still a child of the King.

~ Quentin Jessen © 2001

Small Similitude

Restless seas crash

Around under me in an

Endless fury,

And frothy foam churns

In all its apparent anger

And makes me

Almost afraid,

From this point

To fall...

But the homeless wind

I could almost feel sorry for

Races past,

In a futile attempt

To find a quiet resting place

And sleep for just

A moment,

And find a little

Peace.

But no peace

Do I find here today

Leaning over,

Swaying to and fro

As the tides, at the wonder and

Awesome enormity of

Jagged rock,

Jutting out

Of nowhere...

Imagine if I had to

Jump, falling freely away

Flying even,

Embracing the beauty of

This creation, just a small part

Of the rest of

God's painting,

Myself being an even

Smaller part.

Like a falling star

I would like to be, exploring every

Nook and cranny

Admiring the intricate handwork

I'm feeling so much smaller than all

Of this and being

Grateful,

That I can call Him

My friend...

~ Quentin Jessen © 2001

Bondage and Freedom

Like a cold, dull dreary day it lingers on
That cold winter's day feeling of depression,
Hangs over most people
Staying, never leaving!
Keeping over us a cloud of insecurity
And no matter how,
The ties of bondage hold on,
Tightening when we try to free ourselves ...
The fear moves in
And the darkness is immanent
Surrounding, enveloping,
Mocking.

The heart grows weak and loneliness rises
Seems there's no one to talk to, no one
To understand ..
Freedom flies, up and away!
Confusion creeps - all that matters
Is absolutely nothing,
"How can I live in this world?"
"Why won't it stop? Let the hurt and sorrow stop!"
Tragedy and loss ...
Addictions and uncertainties remain
Tightening, grabbing at us
Trapped!

Far off in the distance there is calling
The sweet voice of hope is searching,
Trying to get to them -
The victims, helpless!
But it is too late, nothing will help ..
"Turn your heads from it,"
The voice of darkness whispers ...
Closing up in the shrouds of their burdens,
Away from the call
It seems that no one cares
Far off, far away
Distant.

But wait! Behold - there is someone coming!
People with lamps lit by the Lord's light
The pure and holy light -
Warms them, melts the cold
Darkness is banished, taking with it
It's own fear and loneliness
"Let me help you, I will guide you" - a voice!
The gentle, caring voice of love
"I will be your friend -
No more loneliness, fear or hurt -
We'll get through this,
Together."

They fall and stumble, struggling with burdens
Behold the cross - the mighty cross!
"Lay your burdens down..."
Give it to the Lord and emerge,
Emerge the new person from within, become free!
The shackles of sin crumble and break
The ties loosen, fall away, disintegrate -
"Arise! Shine, my children!" calls the Father
"Fear no more, hurt no more ..
Call to Me and I will answer you ..
Come to Me - I'm waiting,"
Calls the voice of Love.

The new-found children laugh and sing
"We are free!"
And after all ...
Love and Joy
Abound.

~ Quentin Jessen © 1999