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.

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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

Good Friday 2018

Blood Red
Bright Red Blooms

Blood red shines brightest – by light of day

White and clean – in the sunlight’s rays

Without the night, there is no day

Day brings hope, when night comes our way

In Sunlight's Rays
White Flowers in the Morning Sun

Darkness hides – a coverlet

In light exposed – a life well lit

A cover shifts, and slides, and slips

And light awaits – to come to grips

With all that’s hidden, oppressed and weak

 

To bring pow’r, relief, and sweet release

Light of Day
Bench shadowed beneath a tree, morning sun ready to break through

30/3/2018

Crossroads

Crossroads

 

A crossroad bringing choice

A crossroad brings confusion

A crossroad North and South

East and West or retrogression

Go back and find the safety

Of familiar path once trod

Turn off, unsure direction

Away from goal, then, I must plod

Or onward ever forward

The straight and narrow with resolve

Toward the hope, desire, intention

Of my heart, my life, my goal

 21/9/2014