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Alan's poems
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God Sat
I screamed and shouted,
"What in the name of sanity
is going on?"
God sat.
Impassive. Listening,
and let me continue.
I beat my fists on His chest
and threw myself top the floor,
thrashing an kicking.
God sat.
Unflinching. Watching,
and let me continue.
I hurled abuse and blame,
daring Him to respond
so I could smash His argument.
God sat.
Patiently. Silent,
and let me continue.
Finlly, when I had spent
my anger and frustration,
I cried.
Only then did He move.
Taking me gently in His arms,
God sat, crying with me.
Alan Barrett 10th July 1996
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Aloneness
Nor shall you break my reverie, who interrupt my thoughts
For I shall just ignore you, sentenced in my courts
As the jester who outgrew his use, and silence fears the most
For silence I can, comfort wrapped, escape to as my host.
THIRD TIME LUCKY
Try, try, try again. Bruce's spider
Heaved itself upward,
In awe, Robert
Reconstructed his thoughts,
Denouncing negativity.
True victories, seldom easy
In fact, struggle often
Meaning greater appreciation, as
Exercised by the gaelic king.
Likewise, i will allow inspiration,
Until now teasingly fleeting, to
Colour my hopes, remembering a
King leading a nation in a
Yesterday of far less opportunity.
All poems written by Alan Barrett
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