My Home of Peace

The changing state from day to day

Speaks not the truth of who you may…

Be, have been,

Or who you’ll be,

Whether completeness day is far or seen

 

Today you do, tomorrow not

Tonight may be a night of rot

But sleep or move,

Or rest or fret,

The Great Good Shepherd holds you yet

 

 

 

To seek a rest in arms not seen

Yet feel the warmth of where they’ve been

The striving, searching,

Me – adrift,

Awaits these arms in love to lift

 

Oh, grant the peace of where you are

To me, whose life still feels afar

Bring to me,

Then bring me to,

The Peace of home, which is with you

 

30/11/2018

Unsteady

Mad with you

Mad with me

Madness with uncertainty

Unsteady hands

Unsteady legs

Unsteadiness of thought – imbeds

 

Happenings go undiscerned

Happenings – unknown concern

Happenings are happening

Happenings go undeterred

 

The Lord, my shepherd, never fails!

When lost in thought, he does prevail

My constant threats, he will assail

I trust him now, though I may wail

 

Shepherding for all my good

Directing others to where they should

Be willing, able, so they could

Under-shepherd, this son of blood

 

I am a son of shepherd love

Dependant not, on how I come

Though once I worked and strived to be

I now must rest in love, in he

 

20/11/2018

Mountain View

Mountain song of green

Reach for notes of sky-bright blue

Wispy white on high

Foretell the melody of dew

Dancing drops of life

Rest upon the floor-bed leafed

Circling breeze move freely

Like a story-sword, unsheathed

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The music of creation

A harmony of song

Dancing breeze of freedom

Lifts the lifeless to the throng

A story rich in colour

Paints a picture, plain in view

The vista bright or shadowed

Long-attended, or brand new

26/5/2018

Goodbye

Strolling past, we stop and chat

I’m riding out, you’re riding back

Weed my garden, seek my good

Work on the farm, helped ‘cause you could

 

You ask about my younger charges

Neighbours help with tasks the hardest

Sorting out the shed of heartbreak

Eased you, some, of all my heart ache

 

Chatting, walking, get to know

As neighbours, friends, then off we’d go

Meeting up, and passing by

Now tears are all that fill my eye

Goodbye

 

Gina Marie – 8/4/2018

The Mark

You are the mark!

Not some, else standard set.

It’s you we’re to aim for,

Not a task to be met.

As arrows you formed us,

Your quiver to fill,

Then released from your bow

Manoeuvred with skill.

It’s the breath of you,

Carrying with lift, dip and curve;

The darts gliding with purpose

T’ward the one whom they serve.

Fletching in place,

To spin and to stay;

Head of the arrow,

Formed and fit for each play.

Initial design and form, ne’er a change,

On the journey to bow,

Fit for this one arranged.

Fletching and head,

Both with end-goal in mind,

Each one’s journey-story

Determines each one in kind.

Form us and frame us,

The journey, you know.

The mark is your presence,

We’re ready to go.

Breath of life,

When we drop, lift us to soar

Till etern’ly embedded

Deep in your core.

1-2/4/2018

Good Friday 2018

Blood Red

Bright Red Blooms

Blood red shines brightest – by light of day

White and clean – in the sunlight’s rays

Without the night, there is no day

Day brings hope, when night comes our way

In Sunlight's Rays

White Flowers in the Morning Sun

Darkness hides – a coverlet

In light exposed – a life well lit

A cover shifts, and slides, and slips

And light awaits – to come to grips

With all that’s hidden, oppressed and weak

 

To bring pow’r, relief, and sweet release

Light of Day

Bench shadowed beneath a tree, morning sun ready to break through

30/3/2018