The Book of Ruth

Naomi

Confused amid the scarcity
Our wandering feet would roam
Until they planted steadfast
In that soil so far from home
In death’s great, dark abandonment
And bitterness of heart
I turned my face t’ward the One
I’d left, at sojourn’s start

My new loves would not leave me
My provision all but spent
I could not bear their suff’ring
One remained, one with me went
Lament and sorrow mine
Strange new life for she
A commotion in the city
As I returned, and she with me

The Overseer

I wondered at the woman
Who from a strange land came
How she worked! She toiled! She laboured!
Such little rest within the shade
We all had heard the stories
How she joined with one, our own
To provide for another’s mother
And in our ways she’d grown

Now the master, he had noticed
And charged us with her care
To show kindness and protection
When we’d see her working there
And then, he’d drawn her close
One who’d usually be scorned
Kindness, one unto another
In God’s image, is he formed?

Ruth

Death ripped from me my comfort
I would’ve walked alone
So, I clung to she who loved me
Followed to her long-lost home
In following direction
Of a people not yet mine
I entered empty-handed
To behold of gifts divine

In the God of one I cherished
I found refuge, work and help
Saw unfolding of provision
Through his servant’s gifted wealth
God’s store of greatest riches
Was to overflow my need
Immediate and eternal
For myself and all my seed

Boaz

With the blessing of provision
I sought to imitate my Lord
Look into the lives around me
His presence my reward
When she showed the fruit of turning
I beheld a heart restored
And the beauty of the faithful
A daughter’s mother so adored

With allegiance to the Master
I could risk to see a loss
Which he returned to me, a gifting
As he would gift us through his Christ
As a people far away
We can return to open arms
Of the one who will redeem
And restore through mercy’s charms

30/7, 1/8, 9/8/2020
Gina Marie

The Sweetest Loss

The sweetest loss
I give to you
Self-sufficient, a lie thought true
As I release
It from my grasp
I’m left with just an open palm

No longer closed
In desperate clasp
In freedom now, I come to ask
For you to stock
My empty hand
Fulfil my need, gifts of your plan

In letting go
I fall into
Your arms of love, outstretched in truth
Emancipated
I’m leaning in
Dependence is design, not sin

12/7/2020

Ephesians 2:10-22 (esp v13)

Old Song:

Though we once were far away

Now we have been brought near

Through the blood of Jesus Christ

He is our peace


 

We are poetry in motion

Creation spoken into form

Fit for God’s good purpose

Whether sunshine or a storm

 

But we wandered! We were aimless!

Then an alien in his land

Strangers to the promises

Without hope! We could not stand

 

Though our wand’ring took us far

His Christ has drawn us near

The purchase price? His blood!

Now peace dispels our fear

 

28/7/2020

Colossians

Colossians 1 and 2

Delivered from darkness

To a kingdom of love

Redeemed and forgiv’n

By the purchase of God

 

The Father full-pleased

And the Son fully God

Bring a balanced account

Making peace, the Son’s blood

 

We preach and we teach

Warn every woman and man

In the wisdom of Christ

Present perfected to stand

 

The body of Christ

Holds the Godhead replete

As he rules over all

We, in him, are complete

 

Colossians 1:13-14, 19-20, 28, 2:9-10

2/5/2020

Gina Marie

 

Colossians 3 and 4

United with Christ

Into life from above

We set our minds where he is

Be like our Father of love

 

Called out in love

To be shared, fully changed

Settle into kind compassion

With gentle patience arranged

 

Bear each, the other

Release in favour, the one

Who has struggled against you

As with us, the Saviour has done

 

And whatever we do

Or whenever we speak

With a heart that is thankful

It’s Jesus’ will that we seek

 

Being devoted and watchful

And thankful in prayer

Look for God’s open door,

Proclaim Christ’s mystery there (21/6/2020)

Colossians 3:1, 2, 13, 17, 4:2-3

Gina Marie

13/6/2020

 

Beware! Steep Descent

Remember the signs

When a pathway you choose

Remember the signs

Or in the poppies you’ll snooze

Remember the signs

When your way is not clear

Remember the signs

By their light, you can steer

 

But when there’s a day

That you look to the ground

Trudging on in your vision

With its limits and bounds

The fall may be great

But you’ll find from above

Grace and mercy were planted

A sweet cushion of love

5/7/202

1 John 2:1-2

NKJV

My little children, these things I write to you, so that you may not sin. And if anyone sins, we have an advocate with the father, Jesus Christ the righteous.

And he himself is the propitiation for our sins, and not for ours only but also for the whole world.

NIV

My dear children, I write this to you so that you will not sin. But if anybody does sin, we have an advocate with the father – Jesus Christ, the righteous one.

He is the atoning sacrifice for our sins, and not only for ours but also for the sins of the whole world.

 

Rich Mullins

So if I stand let me stand on the promise

That you will pull me through

And if I can’t, let me fall on the grace

That first brought me to you

 

CS Lewis – Remember the signs        ‘The Silver Chair’ – Aslan

“…remember, remember, remember the signs.

Say them to yourself when you wake in the morning and when you lie down at night, and when you wake in the middle of the night. And whatever strange things may happen to you, let nothing turn your mind from following the signs…I have spoken to you clearly…the signs which you have learned here will not look at all as you expect them to look…That is why it is so important to know them by heart and pay no attention to appearances. Remember the signs and believe the signs.”

Deuteronomy             6:4-8                11:18-21         17:14-20

6:6-7

And these words which I command you today shall be in your heart. You shall teach them diligently to your children, and shall talk of them when you sit in your house, when you walk by the ways, when you lie down, and when you rise up.

 

Home

Feeling lost and lonely

Though I am known and found

Unsure, confused, uncertain

Yet hope knows where I’m bound

 

A pilgrim on a journey

This land is not my home

Yet here I live at present

Unsettled, on I roam

 

Contentment sought in plenty

Contentment sought in naught

Contentment is elusive

Contentment can’t be bought

 

Home is what I long for

But not a house or land to find

Home will be a Person

But not yet any I have called mine

 

If homeward You’re not calling

Then must I discontented be?

I long for hope’s fulfillment

Of my long-sought destiny

 

10/8/2015

How Many Loves…

How many loves, dear?
Is there a counting of the ways?
Is it love when two souls become one without sway?
Is a love defined, dear
In the longing of a child?
The compassion of a parent t’ward wand’rers in the wild?
Is there a calling of love, dear
In the sound between friends?
The weaving and binding of a bond without end
Is there imparting of love, dear
When communities reach out?
In the sharing of joys, great tragedy or doubt
How many loves, dear?
Is there a counting of the ways?
Or just a lifetime discov’ring, all love’s great reach and sway?

17/3/2020
Gina Marie

Rutherglen

If we knew you then, would our vista be

One of tents and mines and mullock heaps

Of cross-cut saw, savanna cleared

Traversing camel, cattle and sheep all here?

 

Or further back, ‘fore ships arrived

With strangers from afar

Mountains, trees and river flows

A people sunned, of this land a part?

 

In season’s change, see broken hearts

As we witness the affray

Of black and white, and northern lands

Sons and daughters lost – to our dismay

 

Survey across the ages past

From foot to cart to rail

Motorcar on bitumen

Paddle wheel and long road-train

 

Cereals grown, produced en-masse

Pork, beef, milk, and mutton

Flooding rains and rivers

Drought lands, dry and sullen

 

Vines and wine and food galore

Families here, longstanding

Visitors who come and go

Some returning through each season

 

Tractor, header, combine, ute

Wine and pies and cars

Building’s from another time

New ventures yet to start

 

Rutherglen, our long-time home

Evolving over time

Preserved in memories passed along

Through picture, story, song and rhyme

 

Gina Schmidt 8/7/2015 – Written and recited for Arts Rutherglen 

 

Image 1: View along Autumnal grapevines

Image 2: Sun setting below a hill, silhouette of a tree in the foreground

Image 3: Wintery, showery view along a fence line, from the gate post into the paddock (field) beyond

Image 4: Canola crop in flower, blurred trees behind

Image 5: View along old timber fence posts combined with new and rusted wire, sun setting in the distance

Image 6: A young steer peering suspiciously through the mob

Image 7: Remains of a tree once living amidst a green crop, canola crop in flower behind

Image 8: Early morning sun rising, seen through the naked branches of a once living tree

Image 9: Old timber farm machinery in the grass, beneath the trees on a side road

Image 10: Old windmill and overhead tank on stand

Morning Song

Two Australian magpies on the grass, facing each other. The one to the right of the image singing, mouth open
Australian Magpies

 

Your morning song is in the air

Carried on the breeze

Announcing that the day’s begun

With sun or winter freeze

 

Dancing in the spray

Sipping by the pools

Digging for a treat to eat

While all is fresh and cool

 

Calling to your kin

To join us in your fare

And sing a song of freedom

Before taking to the air

 

 

21/2/2020

Magpie visits

Gina Marie