The Murgid Berdilist

The Murgid Berdilist

"A verdok!" said the berdilist while rurling on his berdle,
"I want a cisky verdok in the dask of the gormoe!"
But on the awt-side of the klug, a borgsome treedle jaskled,
A protched, wutched, worgid horp that could not match a verdok.

The berdilist then in torstor murgid,
Kreeged and reebed and fubbaged.
For never was a berdilist bereft of verdok cisky,
So in his quilsted bastor, he turned a herfy hue.

"Biedwist, you jeggids," cursed the rurler,
Of the faymlus Nacklish berdle,
"I's graborsked there for a herklish moment,
By the absence of trombones."

Loving Today

When I wake up in the morning and I feel the joy to start another day,
When I think of all the things to do and try to choose which one I should do next,
When I see the sun declining and feel that I have really lived,
When I finally close my eyes to sleep, my heart is full enough to rest.

Then I know that life is worth the troubles, cares and pain along the way,
My heart is full of thankfulness as I have found some meaning in my life again,
And although I am alone, I feel the presence of a guiding hand,
As I travel through each gifted day, I really hope this feeling may remain.

Mark Humber 2/8/2014

In memory of a beautiful person, Margaret Hyland, who gave me this card I keep near my door wherever I go.  Many times I have looked at it, Margaret and thought of you, and I am sure that when you gave it to me, you knew that I would need it.

Soar With The Eagles

Sing every song more sweetly,
And be glad if you have a voice,
Dance with all your power,
And glory in every poise,
Climb to the highest mountain,
So you might see the world,
Listen much more carefully,
To hear the silence roar,
Draw each breath more deeply,
That you may rejoice to live.

Embrace each friend more tightly,
Infuse them with your love,
Shed your tears profusely,
To wash all the pain away,
Smile till your face is wrinkled,
From spreading so much joy.
Dream every waking moment,
Till the eternal day shines bright,
Your heart beats a little faster,
If you soar at the eagle's height.

Mark Humber 11:44pm, 4.11.2014

The Crimson Orb

The Crimson Orb

21 JUNE 2016 · FRIENDS

I stood at the end of the bay and I watched, The perfect crimson orb, surrounded by its own rays, Drop from sight behind the distant hills. The day was good and I will recall it oft, But if I knew no better, I’d have thought, That it were gone forever. But I knew that sight was seen before, And so it would be oft again, Until the End. I hoped I’d not be there to see.

I thought of my life – what had I done? Indeed I had done much, And those who know me well will say, That I speak truth enough. But now I see the orb of gold move slowly and I know, That it will drop more quickly at the end. And will the crimson glow of all my sins, The life of constant loss and pain, Bring only sadness? I hope that there may be some serene reflection, Some recollection of some happy days, When time was not wasted.

So what is good? As one did say, “All then is vanity!” Is it enough to do some goodness where one goes? To tread with kindness in a coarse and bitter world? And offer some poor lonely soul, A shoulder to lean on, or an ear to listen, Some food to eat, some clothes for warmth? For now, I think it is enough. I shun the edifices and the temples built by man, For all their intent, they are cold as stone. The only warmth is in the human heart, Reflected sometimes in a child’s eyes, So now I’ll live for love, For love is all there is.

Mark Humber 9/4/2010

Peerless One

Peerless One

29 DECEMBER 2017 

The peerless One Still sits and listens As we croon our feeble song Lyrics of a tune So broken By the times that made us mourn And He catches Every teardrop That falls from our bitter eyes Just to water seeds tomorrow Blooms shall yet more glorious rise.

As we drag each faltering footstep And we curse the road so long In the evening We're so weary That our hearts can make no song But as we sit there in the silence We can still hear the blessed voice That still calls us From the darkness And can make the soul rejoice.

Peerless One, There's none beside You None so noble, None so kind There is no one more forgiving Yet more entitled to condemn But you stayed the hand of judgement And held out the sceptre high So the longing soul finds mercy And the ransomed one draws nigh.

29th December 2012