Come to the Well

This one’s a song.
I hear the tune in my head but not done well in the past trying to relay a tune 🙄🤭

Come to the Well

I go to the well
In the heat of the day
I’m parched and I’m thirsting
Wish for quenching that stays
I draw, and I draw
Still I cry out in need
I’m wishing for something
For someone to see…

What I’m needing
Where I’m seeping
Stem the bleeding
Heal my wound…
Meet the longing
Right the wronging
Give the song in
My soul to soothe

I’ve come to the well
Where my cup overflows
Living water his store
And his spring ever flows
His draw, all my fill
I give over my need
His refreshment is mine
He’s the one who has seen…

What I’m needing
Where I’m seeping
Stemmed the bleeding
Healed my wound…
Met the longing
Righted wronging
Gave the song in
My soul to soothe

I look to the well
On the day he seems far
Fear the trek is too long
Like a wish on a star
I remember my cup
From the well filled before
I will crawl on my knees
Just to drink from his store…

Fills my needing
Stops my seeping
Stems my bleeding
Heals my wounds…
Meets my longings
Rights my wronging
Pours the songs in
My soul is soothed

Will you come to the well?
As I speak have you heard?
Will you test what I’ve known,
Take the Well at his word?
You will find at the well
The words that are true
In the truth, there is freedom
Purchased ‘specially for you…

Fills your needing
Stops your seeping
Stems your bleeding
Heals your wounds…
Meets your longing
Rights your wronging
Pours the songs in
Your soul he’ll soothe

Gina Marie
9/6/2021
John 4:1-42, Revelation 21:1-7

Breakable Hearts

Our hearts…
where our life-blood flows

Our hearts…
designed to imbibe and transport the oxygen and nutrients enabling us to function and move in this world

Our hearts…
the oft-times descriptor of our inner person – the soul and spirit of us

Our hearts…
said to be where our strength lies; where our weakness lies

Our hearts…
fragile or hard as stone; supple or unmoved

Our hearts…
given – with or without boundaries
trusting – with or without trustworthiness
withheld – with or without provocation
desensitised – with or without intention

Our hearts…
longing…afraid…battered…boxed…open…closed off…sheltered…exposed…vulnerable

Do I know what a safe space for my heart looks like?

Am I a safe place for my own heart? The heart of another?

Do I choose to look for a safe a space for my heart?

Will I receive another’s heart into my space?

Will I give my heart into another’s trustworthy space?

Unbreakable Heart, JJ Heller

Joel

Joel – Gone to Jesus
24/4/2021

Oh my heart!
Wretched pain
Piercing loss
Soul disdains
Parting sorrow
Not so sweet
I long the ache
“Cease to seep!”

All my griefs
From long ago
Return in part
With this new blow
But other griefs
Remind me too
Though pain remains
Ease can ensue

And so I sit
Within the pain
Of broken-hearted
Loss today
But I will seek
The pathway to
A joyful life…
Enjoined with loss of you

26-7/4/2021
Gina Marie

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Tomorrow

All our tomorrow’s, we’ll wake without you
And each new yesterday, the same will be true
Our sorrows will ease, but we cannot see how
And our grief will return, even as it does now

One day I’ll remember, you’re “the man with the plan”
I’ll think of your joy, that God’s grace makes you stand
When I’ll wake in the night, and think a message has come
Or pray with a friend, but hear your cries to the son

Sometime making a fudge cake, hearing a bike on my street
See your tea on the shelf, in the box where it keeps
I’m walking a path, where we’d go for a chat
And then all of a sudden, I’ll wish that you would be back

But I don’t really wish It, though today you’re not here
You were looking ahead to when you’d shed no more tears
Still I love you, and miss you, though I’ve bid you farewell
I’ll wake tomorrow without you, but my soul still can be well

1/5/2021
Gina Marie

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Stronger

When traumatic ways
Cut into your days –
Stronger were you

When you tried hard to flee
As shame tugged at your sleeve –
Stronger were you

When by mem’ry beset
Till finding peace was a test –
Stronger were you

Finding peace and rest in Love’s store
You longed to run to his shore –
Learned he’s stronger than you

Now in Love’s presence, on high
By Love’s wings, swept through the sky –
Indeed, Love’s stronger than you

Gina Marie
13/26 May 2021

Post Resurrection Day

In grief and confusion
Unaware death would come
Though forewarned and projected
Still surprised that the one
Who would be he who rescues
Takes the matter in hand
Folks are mourning and weeping
In death, can’t understand

In gathered communion
Or retreating to home
Weeping in sadness
Where love’s presence was last known
In great fear of the people
Behind doors shut tight
Second guessing the knowledge
All could possibly come right

While stunned and afraid
Hunkered, weath’ring the storm
A few go to administer
A service perform
Upon arrival…amazed!
Alarmed, trembling with fear
When called near by name
Joy accompanies the tear

Receiving of messages
Rekindling hope
Pass on to those huddled
Some believe, doubters mope
But heart’s reignited
By message relayed
Run to prove hope’s fulfilment
Has not been delayed

With soul, spirit and mind
Still all in a whirl
The hope-filled run wild to
Where the women’s message unfurled
Rushing in, holding back
Suspicion still makes unsure
But impending visitation
Soon confirms what they saw

Conversation and reason
Slow of heart to believe
What was spoken and written
Opened up to be seen
Hearts stirring with passion
As the one whom they’ve known
Is gone in a moment
Recognised as he’s flown

When their loved one, departed,
Reappears in their midst
Invoking terror and fear
E’en while he speaks to them ‘peace’
Doubting their own eyes
And the witness of friends
They are glad when they see him
Though some don’t assent or attend

When alone some defer
To familiar scenes
Recognise the distinctive
And miraculous themes
No need to enquire
As to ‘who’, ‘cause they know
Then their thoughts are made clear
Pieced together to show

New direction for waiting
Till one will arrive
To bring discernment and comfort
To those who’ll reside
In the family of God
To bring others along
On this journey, restoring
All who’ll come, and belong

What will YOU do
With the one who was born
Lived among us, his humans
By humans, had his life torn
The one who walked, glory hidden
Gave up his breath
Then, in life new, returned
Met with those he had left?
As in the day…
Some believed what they saw
Or heard when they walked
Maybe sat on the shore;
Others doubted, suspicious
Of who their own eyes beheld
Or the voice who expounded
Stories old, new to tell
What will YOU do?
How will YOU respond?
To the one who designed you in love
Paid highly for YOU to come

Matthew 28 Mark 16
Luke 24 John 20-21
Acts 1:1-14

Gina Marie
5/4/2021

When God Became One of Us

Matthew 26:36-46

From the scriptures I call the Bible, I believe that God became one of us. When Jesus as God in human form walked this earth, I see he remained God and chose to be a human living as dependent on the divine father and in community with other humans, as humans have been designed to live.

In his humanness, while approaching his mortal demise, he has brought along those closely connected with him, “Sit here, while I go and pray…” Possess this spot, this place…sit here, nearby, while I work through this heaviness with the father.

In his humanness, Jesus calls yet nearer those more intimately connected to him thus far…”Stay here and watch with me.” In this piercing and distressing walk toward mortal demise…stay, abide, endure, be present – in this place, with these things – with collected thoughts, vigilant, awakening…near to me, though I seek a space on my own with the father. Community.

As a fellow human to other humans, do you keep space alongside another – do I…do you keep alert, are you awakening to their person, their journey – am I…do you keep watch on their behalf – do I…are we community for each other…do we know that we need the ultimate divine spirit to enable us – do I?

24/3/2021

Rescue

Waiting for rescue
Longing for one
One who will save me
Oh! When will one come

Alone on a ledge
The great depths below
I seek safety above me
But above I can’t go

Who is it I long for
This one who can reach
Down into the jagged
Inaccessible niche

I cannot imagine…
Is there even a one?
Who could possibly find me
In this place where I’ve gone?

Then I hear a voice calling
Hope rustles the trees
It’s my name that is wafting
Down to me on the breeze

I look up and away
From the dark and the gloom
The trajectory that had
Once held my doom

I see the one, hear the voice
And reach for the hand
That was outstretched toward me
About to fall from this land

The voice brings a calm
As I’m called by my name
Like the wings of an eagle
The hand lifts me from shame

No longer alone
Not at risk of the fall
In this high place of refuge
Snuggled in, free from all

11/3/2021

Weighted Walking

On my return walk this morning (the downhill section!), I was overtaken by a young jogger. We said hi as she passed, just as I and the other walkers/joggers had done this morning, and I noticed she was ‘carrying’ weights – strapped to her body.

“I’m carrying weight too,” I smiled to myself. “Didn’t need to strap any extra on!”

My conversation with myself (I have many) reminded me of some race-running analogies in the Bible.

The writer of Hebrews in the New Testament has just finished a brief, condensed recap of some of Israel’s biographical history. The personal stories of men, women, their families and descendants who hopefully-endured, waited, sat under and with their circumstances or calls to action. Trusting in God’s proven faithfulness to them in life on earth, and their having faith that he will fulfil all future promises.

Chapter twelve of Hebrews begins with a call, an invitation, a compelling, a challenge to us in light of such historical proves of God’s faithfulness and promise-keeping.

We are challenged to cast off and lay aside every bulging, bending, aching, all-encompassing weight and sin which would keep us from hitting the target, the mark, and receiving the prize of the unencumbered life eternal in unhindered loving relationship with our Heavenly Father. A life purchased at great cost to him and the son of God through whom we have access to this unencumbered life. A life which begins here on this earth and finds its fulfilment in the hereafter.

And what is the mark, the target, the prize we aim for and will receive if we’re actually/honestly searching…himself, God himself (Hebrews ch. 11 v 6). When it’s him we seek, it is himself he rewards us with.

And this was written for those who live after Christ Jesus has come, providing all that is necessary for us to reach the target. Before Jesus walked the earth as God in human flesh, in the Old Testament of the Bible, Jeremiah ch. 29 v10-14 (29:10-14), Israel were told that he (God) will be found by those who seek for, search out, the Lord with their whole self…current and future promises assured, and freedom from the ties that bind and constrict us. Ties keeping us from the mark and the loving relationship with him that awaits.

Is the weight that bulges, encompasses, constricts and binds you something you have strapped on? Are there unnecessary/unrequired things that you have taken on, mull over, slowing you down and skewing the view and scope of your direction?

Is this weight that keeps you from hitting your mark, skewing your aim for the person of Jesus and loving relationship with him and his people, something you ingest (like my carried extra weight), imbibe, devour?

Throw them off!

Lay them aside!

And Hebrews 11 not only tells us who the mark is, but how to aim and fly so that we make it to him…faith…”that he is a rewarder of those who diligently seek him.”

27/2/2021

If you’re interested, here is a poem I wrote about The Mark

Flutterby

Flitter by, little butterfly
Taste and see what’s good
Waste not a moment, butterfly
Miss not any sweet you could

Life is short, little butterfly
Do you only need a sip
Will you not rest, little butterfly
Before life to its end does slip

I’m watching you little butterfly
Though you zip, from here to there
I see you sit, little butterfly
Moments still, amidst life’s care

14/2/2021

Sixteenth Reflection

You took me to the mountains
And underneath the earth
Then high atop a canyon
To water pouring down, dispersed
We sat upon the sand
And walked along the shore
I closed my eyes, your song to me
All around me soared

And now I sit and wonder
At the wonder that you’ve been
You safely lead me out to
My desired, but missing dreams
We shared the day I had not noticed
Till the day was halfway done
Where I had feared to go alone
You lead me…forever faithful one

17/2/2021

Mangelwurzel

If you MANGEL the WURZEL
That you BEET in the FIELD
And the MAN-GOLD is CHARD
So the FODDER’s not FEED
As CRASSA the ROOT
And the VEGETABLE seem
There’s none so VULGARIS
As the SWOLLEN BETA ROOTs be

So in LARGE WHITE and YELLOW
With a SUGARy RED
And CENTURIES old
It will stand in good stead
The GOLDen CHARD, WURZEL ROOT
OF SCARCITY known
That grand MANGELWURZEL
Is a mouthful renowned

1/2/2021