About Andrew Blair

Living in Maroubra Australia. Carer for my wife Jessica. Simple web designer and Administrator; photographer, artist and theologian. We now attend the Uniting Church Additionally Since the age of 17 I live with uncontrollable Epilepsy and Bipolar Affective Disorder with some Psychotic episodes, for the past 4 years, at least I have been bipolar depressed with no real excitement, periodic bouts of paranoia and other yuck.

Burning yet unconsumed poetry

Burning yet unconsumed.

Written on Pentecost Morning 2005

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Sermon

1

Behold! The Cross of Christ before me,
Burning yet unconsumed.
Its sacred Holy ground no shodden foot may tread.
I am just below there, a witness out of time.


2
Up through grass green knoll it rises,
True axis of all time.
The Lord of Glory hangs there.
Surveying all the world through smoke and fire
Which burns not Him?
No! It burns not Him.

3
Further out in limbo hangs the corridor from Hell.
Its roof runs way above it, its sides the element
shun.
And Christ with face of snow and rock,
From hallowed hell,
Comes fleeing down the years.
Unto the cross again.
Burning yet unconsumed.


4
Behold! I stand and see him.
Coming to Golgotha again.
His face a shadowed skull
His eyes both sunk in pain.
For all the years; and wars long since
The Son of Man was razed.
Make as nought His loss and pain and un- hallowed
Hell regains.


5
Why to me this vision stark?
The saviour turns aside to me and points me to the
dark.
For I must walk the corridor to the gates of death
and hell.
For it is of my own making.
It is my own thinking.
My fear, doubt, and burning pain,
Have spontaneously combusted me.

6
I am burning yet unconsumed.
With naked foot the grassy knoll, I tread.
The trail to my un-hallowed hell I walk.

7
There inside my heart’s dread core I find my
Saviour’s Love
All my fears, dreads, and woes..
No more me follow round my mind.
No more me hold in deaths dark dread.
But to the light are brought and sought.
For long before any clock had struck my Lord had
hallowed me.

Andrew James Blair © 15th May, Pentecost 2005