Michael Batchelor's Blog, page 4

Stirring The Soul

A comet slicing through the sky
The grumble of thunder
Over a valley
The splash of stars
On the cosmic sea
The first flakes of snow
The flaming trees of spring
The swaying palms
On a lonely island
The space between
Lightning and thunder
The smell of rain
On summer grass
The moon’s spotlight
On a flat ocean

Nature is the greatest hint
Of God’s existence

Beware

Beware the billionaires
The millionaires
The trust fund kids
The people who
Could retire tomorrow
The people who have no risk
Of homelessness
Of going hungry
Of desperation
Beware of their opinions
Of the state of the world
The world that
They look down upon
From their ivory towers
Beware these people
They are not your friends
They don’t care about poor people
They care about money
They care about maintaining
Their high-flying lifestyle
At your expense

The Fallen Apple

When I was a boy
I was determined not
To become my parents
I saw their lives
Their stress
Their mistakes
And being so smug
And self-assured
I just knew
I wouldn’t be like them
I was too smart
I knew that I
Wouldn’t get stuck
In a dead-end 9-5
Or get married
Or buy a house
Or have a kid
And yet
As time has gone on
I look at the time
And I realise
I’ve made
All the same mistakes
They have
If not worse
And I’m right on schedule
And it would be so easy
To blame genetics
Or society
Or lack of free will
But the cold hard truth
Of it is
I’ve simply been my parents
All along

The Deal

Mathematics
Science
Medicine
Engineering
Law
Commerce
Makes the world go round
Writing
Sculpting
Painting
Music
Cooking
Sketching
Gives the world colour

How Bout You?

How was your weekend?
Fine
How bout you?
Fine
How’s work going?
Fine
How bout you?
Fine
How’s the wife?
Fine
How bout you?
Fine
How are the kids going?
Fine
How bout you?
Fine
How’s the dog going?
Fine
How bout you?
Fine
How’s the team going?
Fine
How bout you?
Fine
How are you going?
Fine
How bout you?

Stoicism Or Repression?

When a man
Has a bad day
And when anger
Or sadness
Wells within
Like a caged tiger
And when his wife
Hugs him at the door
And asks:
How are you?
And he replies
“I’m fine”
Before walking away
Leaving behind a loud
Silence

What is it:
Stoicism or repression?

A Letter

Dear neighbour
My name is Cheryle
And I am writing
To let you know
Of a free Bible Course
Using the book “Enjoy Life Forever”
This Bible-based book is available
On our website JW.org
In 700 languages
To find it
Please go to the home page
And type “Enjoy Life Forever Book”
In the search bar
You may also find
The short video entitled
“Why Study the Bible”
I do hope this information
Is helpful
You may contact me
At the above address
Any of Jehovah’s Witnesses
Would be happy to
Be of assistance regarding
The Bible Course

Kind regards
Cheryle

The Homeless

We walk past the homeless
Like they’re a piece
Of trash
Or a Salvos person
Hoping they won’t
Ask for charity
For decency
For humanity

Besides, who carries cash
these days?

Perfection

It’s tempting
To not touch perfection
Whether it's an unread book
Or an unpainted canvas
Or that woman in the cafe
Waiting to be asked out
But perfection
Is a fantasy
That wears off
In the mind
After a while
And so it’s better to
Open the book
Paint the painting
Ask out the girl
And risk
A bad book
A messy painting
A woman’s rejection
Because imperfection
Is all we get
In this harsh
Beautiful world
And that’s just fine
Because perfection
Is for Heaven
And we’re not there
Yet

Bottled Memories

I would do anything
To bottle moments
From the rose-tinted past
Ones that
On lonely
Nostalgic days
I could pull
From a dusty drawer
Uncork it
And take a smell
Or drink
However the magic works
And be transported
To that precious moment
Where things were simpler
Happier
Seemingly forever
And soak it in
If only for a moment
Before corking
The bottle
And returning
To a present
That will hopefully
Be bottled
In the future