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

Grateful Chorus

What a wonder!
The gracious Saviour!

In love he formed me
By grace restored me

His endless mercies
Shower down, concert me

Oh, great rejoicing!
My soul is voicing

I ne’er could fathom
Love’s endless cavern

With gifts abounding
T’ward me, astounding

In grateful chorus
I rise, victorious

The valley of trouble
By hope, smoothed of rubble

So I walk on in peace
Toward the bridegroom’s feast

I sing, in grateful chorus

22/1/2020

King of Glory, Prince of Peace

He has been my King of Glory
My rest, as Prince of Peace
On solid ground,
When waves surround
At journey’s start or when complete

My guiding light when dark descends
Leaves footprints in the sand
Amidst tumult, calm
Or eye of storm
Beside me, takes my hand

In life, and death, and seasons’ change
Obscured, or within view
He upright stands
Bends low with hands
To embrace, or pull me through

19/1/2020

Hoping

Hoping while waiting’s a slow steady trudge
Like the creeping of lava or the “stuck” of a sludge
A hope that moves forward, one step at a time
Then waits to be certain the next step’s defined

Hope and endurance, when both are at hand
Are the dogged forbearance, ere you walk or you stand
Hope sees the light at the tunnel’s deep end
So enduring the slog has a masterful edge

A hope laid in trust, is a hope that’s secure
When a trudge, or a wait, or a walk you endure
The One who is proven a trustworthy soul
Is where hope’s that are realised can make a soul whole

7/1/2020

A Song for the Season

The soul greatly shows all of greatness, supreme
And the breath of life, leaping, has a great song to sing
Of Divinity’s power and Redeemer’s great love
That in grace and in mercy, lives among us, the dove

As he looked all around, his gaze firmly set
On we who are bound, for by love we’re beset
We beheld from a wide-open eye and confessed
That as one, so the whole, through the ages he’d bless

You see he who is able – has the power to do
Has made done the magnificent, for me and for you
So, in awe and as sacred, we hold to his name
Consid’ring his power and mercy, rests on each one the same

Evidently wielding the strength of his own
Through dispersing those high, in thought and in soul
Satisfying those longing with that which is good
And those possessed of abundance, sent empty to brood

The great one who succours the child of his love
In his mindful compassion and goodwill toward
Accordingly speaking to those gone before
Our father of faith, and those sown, evermore

Luke 1:46-55

24/12/2019

Christmas Greetings