Moulding

Backward glance,

I see triumphs

Joys with sweetness complete

Failures and losses

Broken hearts, making weak

The mountains stand tall

With rocky terrain

The view from on high

That could not be explained

Valleys, long hidden

Still the ache is recalled

Of the mist and the darkness

When hope’s vision was stalled

 

Many a climb

Still awaits to be trod

Thrills of decent

Made with ease or a slog

The dark will encroach

As it did once before

so with rear-view reminder

Return again to the shore

Of the land that is newness

Respite from the swell

Washed by the tumult

A fresh form to compel

 

When at last all is done

And at journey’s great end

Take the form life was moulding

A soul that none can rescind

 

29/1/2019

My Home of Peace

The changing state from day to day

Speaks not the truth of who you may…

Be, have been,

Or who you’ll be,

Whether completeness day is far or seen

 

Today you do, tomorrow not

Tonight may be a night of rot

But sleep or move,

Or rest or fret,

The Great Good Shepherd holds you yet

 

 

 

To seek a rest in arms not seen

Yet feel the warmth of where they’ve been

The striving, searching,

Me – adrift,

Awaits these arms in love to lift

 

Oh, grant the peace of where you are

To me, whose life still feels afar

Bring to me,

Then bring me to,

The Peace of home, which is with you

 

30/11/2018

Unsteady

Mad with you

Mad with me

Madness with uncertainty

Unsteady hands

Unsteady legs

Unsteadiness of thought – imbeds

 

Happenings go undiscerned

Happenings – unknown concern

Happenings are happening

Happenings go undeterred

 

The Lord, my shepherd, never fails!

When lost in thought, he does prevail

My constant threats, he will assail

I trust him now, though I may wail

 

Shepherding for all my good

Directing others to where they should

Be willing, able, so they could

Under-shepherd, this son of blood

 

I am a son of shepherd love

Dependant not, on how I come

Though once I worked and strived to be

I now must rest in love, in he

 

20/11/2018

Mountain View

Mountain song of green

Reach for notes of sky-bright blue

Wispy white on high

Foretell the melody of dew

Dancing drops of life

Rest upon the floor-bed leafed

Circling breeze move freely

Like a story-sword, unsheathed

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The music of creation

A harmony of song

Dancing breeze of freedom

Lifts the lifeless to the throng

A story rich in colour

Paints a picture, plain in view

The vista bright or shadowed

Long-attended, or brand new

26/5/2018

Goodbye

Strolling past, we stop and chat

I’m riding out, you’re riding back

Weed my garden, seek my good

Work on the farm, helped ‘cause you could

 

You ask about my younger charges

Neighbours help with tasks the hardest

Sorting out the shed of heartbreak

Eased you, some, of all my heart ache

 

Chatting, walking, get to know

As neighbours, friends, then off we’d go

Meeting up, and passing by

Now tears are all that fill my eye

Goodbye

 

Gina Marie – 8/4/2018

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

Father’s Day 2017

A father gives life…

perhaps biologically, through forgiveness, by welcome acceptance, with love beyond reason

A father tunes in to a person…

similar, different, unique, valuable

A father recognises…

passions, fears, dreams, realities, potential, capacity

A father teaches…

The 3 R’s, repentance, responsibility, shoe laces, no training wheels, boundaries, honesty

A father models…

excellence, reliability, growth, consistency, faithfulness, sacrifice, generosity, trust, respect, integrity

A father needs…

his children, his grandchildren – those from himself, and those who came (or were brought) to himself

A father loves…

 


 

My father has been all of these things. Some done well; others falteringly; still others because of the nature of his relationship with my mother; there were those that stemmed from his design or own experience; and some of the most precious were those he learned, both deliberately and incidentally.

One of the greatest gifts in my life has been my father. But I’m luckier than most as my dad was also father and grandfather to others beside myself, and those I call mine.

Dad taught me to install a new gearbox and mix concrete by hand (though these were so long ago, I’m up for re-learning). I know how to use a shovel, spade and crow bar (including standing it in the ground so it doesn’t get too hot to hold in the Australian sun). With my dad, I have raised sheds (many a family bonding/dividing occurred during shed-raising), erected swimming pools and dug sewer trenches.

Dad taught me to fill in forms correctly, complete my own tax return, save money, and give it generously. I learned to drive with my dad beside me (and not to wreck his tires on rough edges!). I learned how to check my oil and water (even though I blew up an engine twice), and change a tyre – on EVERY car. I built airplanes, and drank beer from shot glasses in my dad’s shed.

I learned to search out information, truth and lies for myself – and what to do if I needed to find outside assistance. I learned I can surrender to and challenge authority when necessary, and that I will be recognised (and even heeded) when I do so.

I learned that even the unhealthiest of my choices will be respected, and I will always be welcome – even when I have rejected, betrayed and taken my dad’s love for granted. I learned that love has boundaries to protect it, and those that love has brought together.

I’ve watched my dad father those who were not of his own, but were his own just the same.

He has held their children, showed them how to grow to be men, walked them to their waiting life partner, comforted them while they waited for hospital care, helped them uncover some value in life when they could see none, showed them what a loving family looks like, given them a home, presented their funeral farewell, challenged their darkness, led them to light.

I don’t know who will read this, but for many of you he shared his food, gave up his sleep, shared his food, gave his time, shared his food, laughed with you, shared his food, provided his home, shared his food. Did I mention that he shared his food?

My father’s not perfect, but he has been perfectly wonderful for me. And I am exceptionally grateful.

 

I love you Dad!