Refining Fire

Lying dead and lifeless
That which has fallen from above
When touched by heat and spark
Will a firestorm, behove

Though dead to life of tree
Now feed to living flame
Producing heat, destruction
None will ever be the same

The flame takes all alive
Toward the point of death
All living, true and permanent
Will shoot with a new breath

Refine me, prove what’s true
Remove all not of Thee
Breathe Your life into me
Life that with, You’re fully pleased

 

29/12/2013

Seasons Change

All bronzed and dry with heat

From summer-length of days

Will see the dead seed fall

Wait out the season’s haze

 

When showers shall begin

Fall on settled dust and grain

Moistened, warm, implanted

The dead will shoot again

 

Needs be the death of old

Then nourishment anew

For shoots of green afresh

See hope, just pushing through

 

New life again shall come

From old once dead and dry

When showered and shone upon

Earthbound from the sky

 

Nourishment raining down

New growth reaching up

The dead will fall, the living rise

That hope might fill my cup

 

 

29/3/2014

 

 

The Body

The Body 1

Fresh in flows

of new life

now redeemed

Rushing in

with those established

keen to blend

Slowly mingle, feel their tingle

Add some depth now

Fresh and deep, reveals the course

Flowing through and out.

The Body 2

Dam it up

Keep it all

Now we have it!

If we share it

We may lose what we’ve gained

Now we’ve tasted sweet flows

Let’s not leave here

Why should we risk

Now we know, what we know.

The Body 3

Dark and dank and stagnant

Don’t move me

Don’t stir me

Don’t touch

Pass me by

I like the still shadows

The familiar above living flows.

The Body 4

Outward flowing

See the deep and refreshing

Let the rush

Wash you onto your knees

Feel the power

Hear the roar

All’s serene now

Deep and fresh

We are blinded, no more.

This way to death by alcohol…REALLY???

Grateful for thoughtful-living people.

Culture Monk

this way death by alcohol

by Kenneth Justice

~ Yesterday at coffee a woman nearby me spilled sugar on the table which suddenly prompted the stranger sitting beside me to say, “Every time I see white powder on a table I can’t help but think of cocaine

Excuse me?” I said

The older man continued, “Oh sorry, that probably didn’t sound right. I’m a retired judge and I worked in drug court for the last thirty years of my career“.

Since I spent last year working at a drug rehabilitation clinic we cross-referenced a few names and it turns out we had some mutual acquaintances.

You’d think a drug court judge would be really tough on criminals wouldn’t you? But I’ll tell you something, when I was in my forties my younger sister got hooked on heroin and it changed my entire perspective on life. I knew…

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My Night-Time Friend

White Moon

Hello my friend, my light in the dark

Aglow amid the night, so stark

I trace your lines, illuminated

Just you and I, the world retreated

Orange Moon

I long for stillness, peace, rest and quiet

You rise alone, reflecting daylight

Sure and steadfast, reminder still

A new day comes, night for rest to fill

From ‘John Plowman’s Talk and Pictures’

No man’s lot is fully known till he is dead: change of fortune is the lot of life. He who rides in the carriage may yet have to clean it…and he who is up aloft may have to take his turn in the pit…The thought that we may ourselves be one day under the window should make us careful when we are throwing out our dirty water…and therefore let us look well to dealings with the unfortunate.

Nothing makes me more sick of human nature than to see the way in which men treat others when they fall down the ladder of fortune…they cry, “He was always good for nothing.” Dog won’t eat dog, but men will eat each other up like cannibals, and boast of it too…The dog is drowning, and therefore all his friends empty their buckets over him…The house is on fire, and all the neighbours warm themselves. The man…has tumbled into the road…he is down and selfishness cries, “Let him be kept down, then there will be more room for those who are up.”

How aggravating it is when those who knocked you down kick you for not standing up. “What a pity he went so far on the ice!” That’s very true, but that won’t save the poor fellow from drowning…Good advice is poor food for a hungry family.

A man of words and not of deeds,                                                                                                            Is like a garden full of weeds.

…Help my old horse to a few oats, and then tell him to mend his pace. Feel for me, and I shall be much obliged to you, but mind you feel in your pocket or else a fig for your feelings.

…A noble spirit always takes the side of the weak but noble spirits do not often ride along our roads; they are as scarce as eagles…Most people will help those who do not need it…all the cooks baste the fat pig, and the lean one gets burned.

In times of prosperity friends will be plenty:                                                                                        In times of adversity not one in twenty.

While the wind serves, all aid…All the neighbours are cousins to the rich man…but Widow Needy is not heard across the park railings, let her call as she may. Men willingly pour water into a full tub and give feasts to those who are not hungry, because they look to have as good or better in return…unless it be some antiquated old soul who believes…loves his Lord, and therefore gives, ‘hoping for nothing again’? …When…folks are very polite and considerate, poor men had need beware. It was not a good sign when the fox walked into the hen-roost and said, ‘Good mooring to you all, my very dear friends.’

Down men, however, must not despair, for God is yet alive, and he is the Friend of the friendless…A good man…His hope may be drenched but not drowned. He plucks up courage and sets a stout heart to a stiff hill, and gets over rough ground where others lie down and die. While there’s life, there’s hope. Therefore, my friend, if you’ve tumbled off the back of prosperity, John Ploughman bids you not to lie in the ditch but up with you and try again. Jonah went to the bottom of the sea, but he got to shore again all the better for his watery journey.

A false faith can only float in smooth water, but true faith, like a life boat, is at home in storms. If our religion does not bear us up in time of trial, what is the use of it? If we cannot believe God when our circumstances appear to be against us, we do not believe him at all.

Charles Spurgeon – 1869

I know what it is to be kicked for not getting up by those who knocked me down. I know what it is to be financially, productively, relationally, emotionally, physically, spiritually down…and up. Because we have been made in the likeness of our Creator, we can care about the lot of others. We must choose. I know what it is to face, be within, and sail out of storms that looked as though they were intended to be life-taking. Life-taking can be life-giving; if what is taken was preventing life, and what is given fills the void with life.

Today, I choose life!