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

Joseph

Self-evidently standing tall
In equity displayed for all
Keeps in mind his person’s person
Reserved of spectacle’s decision
Wills to fully free his own
Impassioned, sits till path is known

Contradict your swelling fear
Take to you, your person near
Protect her from the path of death
The one she’ll Bare’s of sacred breath
Take this road that’s travelled less
This road toward your God is blessed

Envisioned message – awakening!
Till time fulfilled – forwarding
Committed to – arrang-ed way
Realisation – amidst the fray
Receiving near – beloved one
Not knowing all – till all is done

Made manifest by laying forth
Awakening message shows the course
Of fleeing with beloved two
Where timely safety will ensue
Then staying where and as you are
Till called to travel life’s next path

Matthew chapters 1 and 2
Luke chapter 2

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Letter to Joseph

My Dear Brother Joseph,

I want to thank you for walking closely with our God, The LRD JHWH.

Thank you for seeking to live equitably…before you knew what your family life would be.

Thank you for sitting with your impassioned self when unsure and thrust into an unexpected life course. Thank you for sitting with your own impassioned experience, so much so that you could and would consider the affects on another.

Thank you for your willingness to fully free the one others would have rejected, disregarded, shamed, or even killed – even though you were faced with circumstances and explanations that seemed unbelievable.

Thank you for heeding the messengers and messages from YHWH. Thank you for your willingness to deny your fear and draw Mary, your betrothed, to yourself.

Thank you for waiting out the continued unknowingness of your circumstances, relationship/s and life path to their fullness of time. Thank you for seeing things through, as YHWH directed, and to completion.

Thank you for being you, and being you in all your circumstances. I realise you were human, just as I am – you were not perfect and faltered and missed YHWH’s mark. But you measured yourself against Him, returning to keep step.

I thank you for allowing yourself to decrease as Christ Jesus, whom you helped to parent, increased…and before Mary’s cousin, John, had said he would do so.

Thank you for helping to parent one who was not your own, and who still had his own engaged parents, even before I did such a thing.

Essentially, I thank you for walking the life of ever-increasing knowledge, wisdom, obedience and growth in and toward our designer, redeemer, restorer, provider and LRD. By choosing this, you were ready, not yet perfected, but ready for each step YHWH asked you to take. Thank you for looking, seeing, hearing, trusting and modelling for me the WAY of life dependant on the saviour of our souls – as life was designed to be.

A distant sister, with gratefulness

26/1/2021

Little People

A little person, just like me!
I wonder what it’s like to be
Another little person who
Moves about, as I do too

I wonder if they ride in cars…
In buses, trams, or trains so fast
Do they walk down to the park?
When they sleep in bed, is it light or dark?

They have big people, just like me!
When they awake, is it these they see?
Do they enjoy a warm embrace?
As I do, when mine see my face

And what about the others here?
Who sit by us; some far, some near
They have no little person, so…
Perhaps I’ll go and say hello

25/1/2021
Gina Marie

And a River Runs Right Through It

Forever home
All things new
A city awed
A peace imbued

And a river runs right through it

Downward, paced
Set from on high
Readymade, adorned
Provide

And a river runs right through it

Swept of tear
And shadow’s death
Away! Begone!
Reside amidst

And a river runs right through him

Behold! The new!
And all things true!
Beginning’s end
To thirst will rend

Because a river runs right through him

Light-of-life
Illumined home
Gated, walled
By those I’ve known

And a river runs right through him

Founded firm
On lives hard-won
By Lion-Lamb
Betroth-ed one

And a river runs right through him

Divinely lit
The glory sun
Is presence
Walking with his ones

And a river runs right through him

Open door
Night is gone
Engrave-ed names
Of those who come

And a river runs right through it

The purest flow
Forth-going from
The lamb enthroned
Heals every one
Planted by
The banks to feed
Those never more
In curse to bleed
While looking on
Her shepherd’s face
The bride is home
Unending grace

And a river runs right through it

Revelation 21-22:5
30/11/2020

Gina Marie