Jinge Norvall

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The surface is calm, smooth and glassy,
Beauty reflected therein
An occasional ripple, or eddy,
Betrays the stillness and calm
...

He shivers in the morning dew,
Blanket and shirt cast aside
Like the dawn shrugging off
The dark, lonely night.
...

Soft in limb & bland in face,
Sally the rag doll knew her place..
Doctor or nurse, teacher for a day -
Sally the rag doll knew how to play!
...

A garden majestic in grandeur,
Hewn from rock and stone, her pillared plinths
Like sentinels amidst
The granite domes
...

The playful fire dances
Amber-red, flourescent-green,
Flinging impish sparkles
At imperious, distant stars,
...

When you're in the world
And you're all backslid
There's a wall you won't
get through
...

Is there anyone who can hold me
Without ever letting go
Or one who can uplift me
When my life has sunk too low
...

Storm clouds roll through mental skies
Shutting out light and day..
Lightening rods shoot fiery darts
At the heart of deepest night..
...

Like
New rain
On old dry dirt
and newborn lambs
...

10.

Amber tendril'd
O'er night-time's sleeping breast
Unfurling limbs pale,
Gold caressed;
...

As the sun closes his weary eyes
And the stars begin to blink
The steadfast hills are sombre
As they exhume the souls of the dead.
...

The desert pours
From the empty heart
& heat-waves wither
The arid soul
...

The brooding sea is restless
Her deepest moods
in flux;
As if her anger's building
...

Hours slipping by, days speeding past,
Weeks & months whirling,
As giddy moments die.
Brief, fiery shooting stars
...

Warm & solid
Is the sun-baked granite,
Splashed with colour is the painted sky..
Flashes of lightening, and storms that pass...
...

16.

Shivering grey skies
Usher in the icy morn
O' er countless wintry houses
Huddled close for warmth.
...

Twas Jack Frost
Who held the land
In his grip of ice and snow
And the poor ones shuddered
...

Marshmallow clouds tinged with pink
Turquoise skies of endless blue
Golden joy, in sun 's warm praise
A day divine, celestial..
...

Put away your sadness
Save it for the day of grief
which comes though we bid it not
Sadness has no place
...

Twist the knife
Thrust it deep...
what ecstasy the agony,
what cruel gain
...

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My Life Is Like A River

The surface is calm, smooth and glassy,
Beauty reflected therein
An occasional ripple, or eddy,
Betrays the stillness and calm

Follow the river a while, for the eddies
Enlarge further on;
Twisting & turning, now restless,
They leap over log, fern and stone

The valley is wider, and deeper,
The river is roaring in pain
Currents confused and pulsating,
Thrashing and foaming in vain.

The cliff face is yawning & threatening,
The river is wild in its' rage;
And now, in reckless abandon,
It hurtles as it's done for an age


Right over the cliff, and onto the rocks
Where it knocks itself senseless to pain;
Now the river is curled in a pool far below,
Relieved and released from the strain

'Lord I'm ignoring the boundaries
As a river, I'm bursting my banks;
My currents are frothing and foaming
I don't want to stay in the ranks.

I need You to help me, Lord Jesus,
For You calmed the wild, raging sea
I need You to heal me, and bless me
To pour oil on the storms inside me.

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