D-Day

D-Day, at the first
Was the beginning of the end
Of that long, protracted woe
When darkness did descend
D-Day now for me
Marks the end of what began
So many years ago
That its presence I rescind

Forever changed by woes
They could never have perceived
Crushed of soul by darkened sorrow
Ending? Joyous treasures! Sorrow’s seed
And my pounding, crushing, tearing
Has now softened over time
I am altered, modelled after
My once-crushed saviour, who is mine

No need to fear a day’s refining
Though, if we dwell, that’s what we do
He’ll keep us, even in the furnace
Grant unknown strength to follow through
And when we reach another shore
Carried by the crashing waves
That had once appeared our ending
We’ll find he, once again, has saved

Beauty from the ashes
Oil of joy for mourn
Daylight follows darkness
Calm behind the storm
The trial of the crucible
Removing things held dear
Is the path to new creations
Even me, and you, down here

17, 21/8/2020
Reflecting on VP Day – 15 August

Christmas Wish and New Year Hope – Southern Hemisphere

My Christmas wish for you will be
That New Year’s hope will let you see
Each passing month fulfils a dream
Stitched together, a lifelong seam

January
Heat settles in
A brand new year will now begin
Summer dry
Tropic wet
Forest fire, by flood beset

February
Last hot haze
Some longing now for cooler days
Night may cool
Day may not
Off to school, no matter what

March-ing
Into season’s change
Expanding all our colour range
Cooling down
Drying off
A northern storm may yet scoff

April
Showers, an appearance make
As we of feast and fast partake
Memorials
Remembrance
Learn from other, without offence

May
Or we may not yet
Have southern blasts of cold and wet
A settled north
Or last great storm
Another season soon will dawn

June
Dark and gloom, or white of snow
Storms shift from north, to south below
Cooled, refreshed
Or sunless mood
Restlessness for closed-in brood

July
Mid-winter, bleak or not
Swim the oceans, ski the tops
Northern depths
Southern peaks
Or waiting out the cold, dark weeks

August
Whether the weather brings tear or song
Sport will gather many a throng
Bouncing, kicking
Passing, strike
Cheering the family, team, or the like

September
Weather, subtle change
Drought begins, or wet remains
Brighter days
Unseen storms
Races, finals, spring to form

October
Weariness – year’s end in view
Not close enough to offer new
Horizons or
Begin agains
Fret not! A year will always end

November
Brings a spring in step
Horses? Flowers? Sneezes? You bet!
Make some hay
Take exams
Shorter nights, a day expands

December
Sun – the year’s sunset
Soon a new one will be met
Graduate
Reflect and pause
Embrace the new, pursue your cause

28/11/2018 – 16/2/2019

Merilyn

Been away. Saying farewell from this world to my step-mum. Loved. Missed. Always remembered.

 

In gentleness you spoke and thought

In quietness you moved

In otherness of focus

Was the path you oft did choose

 

In jest, your laughter hearty

In grief your focus set

In cheeky shifts of humour

Work with diligence was met

 

In children, love rejoicing

In grandies, care and pride

In family, time well-spent

Love with husband from on high

 

You saw beauty all around you

Brilliant colour from the rose

Form of mankind in all seasons

Adorning cakes and walls along your road

 

Determined, gentle battler

Crown of persistence on your brow

Hopeful, enduring constancy

Now complete and wholly sound

I love you

 

28/10/2014

 

 

 

 

 

 

I Can Change My Mind

There was a girl who grew up in a family with two sisters and 4 brothers. At first they lived on a farm with sheep, who had black faces. Then the dad died, so the family moved to live amongst the trees at the bottom of a small mountain.

 

As the family grew, the eldest girl was often told that she didn’t belong. Sometimes a brother would tell her that the mum and dad were not really her mum and dad. This girl became a woman, but still she didn’t know for certain if this truly was her family.

 

Other people who knew them, could see that all the sisters looked alike, they often spoke alike and though there was no proof, it seemed to them that she was indeed from this family’s mum and dad.

 

One day when this eldest girl of the family was quite an old lady, her son found a birth certificate in another town. The certificate said that she was from this family and the mum and dad of the other children were definitely her own mum and dad. Her son had been looking for a long time.

 

It was very nice to know for sure that this was her family. But you could tell before they knew for sure, especially because she looked so much like her sisters.

 


 

When Jesus was a man, before He died, his brothers didn’t believe that He was God’s Son as well as Mary’s son. Even though He said things like God and acted like God, which made Him look like God.

 

But after Jesus had died, so that we don’t have to; and after God had made Him alive again, so we can live with Him forever, some people who didn’t believe He was God’s Son, changed their minds.

 

James, a book in the Bible we believe was written by Jesus’ brother who perhaps changed his mind. So, like James and Paul in the Bible, if we find out that we’re wrong we can change our minds. And that means we’re being honest, we’re telling the truth.

 

We can say to God and to people, “I’m sorry, I was wrong. Please forgive me. Now I know the truth, the truth is what I will say.”

 

10/10/2014

James, John 7, Acts

Hello Again

Hello again, My friend

I know you think I’ve not been near

But I have watched and stepped and guided

Every step and thought and tear

 

In these, the silent years

You’ve grown to trust, heed, persevere

And I’ve come to say you’re ready

Fullness of time has now appeared

 

I will do, what I will do

I will do it in My time

Though you rebel, slow down or hasten

Obey or choose your plan, not Mine

 

I will do for you, as promised

I am faithful, to the end

And because you have believed Me

You, I’ll always call My friend

 

10/9/2014

Reflecting after Chuck Swindoll sermon on Abraham – 13 years silence then birth announcement at 99. Genesis 17

One alOne

To long to be with one you love

Should not presume one’s idolised

For when a love is placed there upon

The love’s determined, unionise

 

When one, then separation’s parting

Brings pain and strain and foreignness

Those joined and intertwined thereafter

Find torn apart, is meaningless

 

And yet, there’s only one I’m pleasing

One whose path I choose, my own

If another one will not choose with me

I’ll walk pain and strain, apart, alone

 

24/7/2014

Growth Group Highlights – 14/8/2014

James 4:13-17

God is forgotten about, but he is not absent.

Urgency doesn’t equate to rush. Jesus didn’t rush.

My expectations can inhibit my willingness for change.

Most important thing for all eternity is Christ.

Death/physical absence of the other doesn’t discount all that went before in the relationship.

Hard for us to depend on the Lord’s will because we have to put ourselves in God’s way, to go deeper into him.

I need an accurate/truthful picture of God to trust him and be willing for his will over mine.

Why I boast – no appreciation of God’s sovereignty, will, provision. It helps to see each other at eye level, equality.

Do I replace God with myself? Up and down – sometimes yes, sometimes no. Therefore I need accountability – going to church, Bible study, intimate relationships etc.

The Word of God is the yardstick.

Happiness is a by-product, not a goal.

“The thing is, as Christians we know we struggle with sin and we often forget about God. Sin is a big deal before God, yet we don’t often see our sin as that big of a deal. We profess and believe in God, we know God is supreme, we know what his will is and yet we often go and disobey him. The desire to do the will of God is the mark of a transformed life.

Impressions during a difficult week.

Thanks to Leslie, Tom, Neil, Alison and Lecia.