A Heart Sustained

Though pricked and squeezed, pierced and sliced

And even torn asunder;

A heart sustained can beat again

In strength as bold as thunder

 

Inner strength depleted

Internal resource spent

Outside working from within

Enabling life extant

 

Hope is only hopeful

With certainty assured

Repair brought only by sustainer;

Sole provision to endure

 

Designed and planned in foresight

In foresight – healed, restored, sustained

Supple vigour, from scars and healing

Wrought and fashioned; formed through pain

 

Life-giver and sustainer – Grace,

Bearing scars which stem from pain

Is only hope that my life’s sentence,

Will continue on – sustained

 

7/5/2017

Jewelsmith – Catherine the Jeweller

Life

My beginning was first breath from You

Existence, ne’er before been hewn

But love and grace and choice make new

A life that You have given

 

Rebellion was of all my choosing

But choice from You was all redemption

Beaten, lonely, scorned and bleeding

Your life that you have given

 

Accepted, chosen loved and wanted

Washed by blood, my purchase granted

Belonging, living, free, untainted

New life that You have given

 

Free to live in joy unending

Peace and purpose all Your sending

Sing Your praise, all are bending

This life, we have been given

14/5/2015

Apple of My Eye

The eye’s precious apple

Thwarted, oppressed, battered, slain

Though at large in rebellion

A precious few will remain

For the eye to behold

In glory – redeem, restore, reclaim

Till the eye has his purpose

Time, word, fulfillment ingrained

The eye will return on those

Who thwart, batter, slay

In like manner avenge

His apple, since long-past days

 

 11/8/2014

Reflections on Israel…

Grace – A Story

As the star-netballer verbally reduced the newcomer to the conceptual size of an ant, most of the team stood silent, one or two joining in on occasion. Taunts of weak throws, missed goals and no understanding of the rules issued forth from the star-player.

The newcomer sank lower and lower in posture. She would never measure up; never belong or be valued by the other players. Though she excelled in biology, was a marvel at chemistry, and astounding with physics, she could see much joy and affection beneath the veneer of criticism in the players. She longed to be part of the fun of the game she enjoyed, and the fellowship of the team.

A tall, well-composed woman walked onto the netball court, toward the group of girls. The taunting and verbal abuse grew more and more quiet, until silent, at the approach of the woman: elegant, yet humble in appearance and manner. The browbeaten newcomer to the team remained in a subdued stance.

The woman entered the circle of girls and, taking the star and the newcomer by the hand, drew the two girls into the centre. All were silent.

The woman gently but firmly declared to the star-player all she knew of the this one’s desire to head into the field of medical research; of the expectation and push of the girl’s parents to excel in sport above all else; of her sense of insignificance within the course of her own life; and the bitterness welling up from within as a result.

The woman then softly and definitively declared the value and vital contribution the new-comer had to offer the team; her innermost desire and knowledge of interdependence, unity and teamwork; her experience, insight and understanding of healthy relationship.

In response each of the two centred girls expressed their envy, each of the other, and their desire for relationship, acceptance, mutual value and unity – to be a team.

Throughout the remaining seasons and school days this team became family. Wholly accepting of, and committed to each other. Not for the status of the team, but each one sought the best for each of the others. The result being that each one’s personal, relational and aspirational needs were met…and the team became the most admired in the district.

 

And who was the mysterious woman? As she walked from the group of girls on that day long ago, her name was sought. The most unassuming of the team members declared, “That…was Grace.”

 

28/7/2014

Gina Marie

Grace

I see the struggle in your face, it shows

You’re mad and cross at grace, I know

To calm your fear, you try control

But fear’s driven out by love, that’s all

 

When other’s fail, you have no time

Acceptance comes when they toe, your line

But as God measures you by what Christ has done

So your measure of others will to Christ succumb

 

When the pride of your praise and abstinence fails

And you see your weakness is akin to ours

May the grace God bestows on you because He chooses

Flow to those you have judged and heal all bruises

 

22/11/2009  Gina Marie