Come to the Well

This one’s a song.
I hear the tune in my head but not done well in the past trying to relay a tune 🙄🤭

Come to the Well

I go to the well
In the heat of the day
I’m parched and I’m thirsting
Wish for quenching that stays
I draw, and I draw
Still I cry out in need
I’m wishing for something
For someone to see…

What I’m needing
Where I’m seeping
Stem the bleeding
Heal my wound…
Meet the longing
Right the wronging
Give the song in
My soul to soothe

I’ve come to the well
Where my cup overflows
Living water his store
And his spring ever flows
His draw, all my fill
I give over my need
His refreshment is mine
He’s the one who has seen…

What I’m needing
Where I’m seeping
Stemmed the bleeding
Healed my wound…
Met the longing
Righted wronging
Gave the song in
My soul to soothe

I look to the well
On the day he seems far
Fear the trek is too long
Like a wish on a star
I remember my cup
From the well filled before
I will crawl on my knees
Just to drink from his store…

Fills my needing
Stops my seeping
Stems my bleeding
Heals my wounds…
Meets my longings
Rights my wronging
Pours the songs in
My soul is soothed

Will you come to the well?
As I speak have you heard?
Will you test what I’ve known,
Take the Well at his word?
You will find at the well
The words that are true
In the truth, there is freedom
Purchased ‘specially for you…

Fills your needing
Stops your seeping
Stems your bleeding
Heals your wounds…
Meets your longing
Rights your wronging
Pours the songs in
Your soul he’ll soothe

Gina Marie
9/6/2021
John 4:1-42, Revelation 21:1-7

Post Resurrection Day

In grief and confusion
Unaware death would come
Though forewarned and projected
Still surprised that the one
Who would be he who rescues
Takes the matter in hand
Folks are mourning and weeping
In death, can’t understand

In gathered communion
Or retreating to home
Weeping in sadness
Where love’s presence was last known
In great fear of the people
Behind doors shut tight
Second guessing the knowledge
All could possibly come right

While stunned and afraid
Hunkered, weath’ring the storm
A few go to administer
A service perform
Upon arrival…amazed!
Alarmed, trembling with fear
When called near by name
Joy accompanies the tear

Receiving of messages
Rekindling hope
Pass on to those huddled
Some believe, doubters mope
But heart’s reignited
By message relayed
Run to prove hope’s fulfilment
Has not been delayed

With soul, spirit and mind
Still all in a whirl
The hope-filled run wild to
Where the women’s message unfurled
Rushing in, holding back
Suspicion still makes unsure
But impending visitation
Soon confirms what they saw

Conversation and reason
Slow of heart to believe
What was spoken and written
Opened up to be seen
Hearts stirring with passion
As the one whom they’ve known
Is gone in a moment
Recognised as he’s flown

When their loved one, departed,
Reappears in their midst
Invoking terror and fear
E’en while he speaks to them ‘peace’
Doubting their own eyes
And the witness of friends
They are glad when they see him
Though some don’t assent or attend

When alone some defer
To familiar scenes
Recognise the distinctive
And miraculous themes
No need to enquire
As to ‘who’, ‘cause they know
Then their thoughts are made clear
Pieced together to show

New direction for waiting
Till one will arrive
To bring discernment and comfort
To those who’ll reside
In the family of God
To bring others along
On this journey, restoring
All who’ll come, and belong

What will YOU do
With the one who was born
Lived among us, his humans
By humans, had his life torn
The one who walked, glory hidden
Gave up his breath
Then, in life new, returned
Met with those he had left?
As in the day…
Some believed what they saw
Or heard when they walked
Maybe sat on the shore;
Others doubted, suspicious
Of who their own eyes beheld
Or the voice who expounded
Stories old, new to tell
What will YOU do?
How will YOU respond?
To the one who designed you in love
Paid highly for YOU to come

Matthew 28 Mark 16
Luke 24 John 20-21
Acts 1:1-14

Gina Marie
5/4/2021

Rescue

Waiting for rescue
Longing for one
One who will save me
Oh! When will one come

Alone on a ledge
The great depths below
I seek safety above me
But above I can’t go

Who is it I long for
This one who can reach
Down into the jagged
Inaccessible niche

I cannot imagine…
Is there even a one?
Who could possibly find me
In this place where I’ve gone?

Then I hear a voice calling
Hope rustles the trees
It’s my name that is wafting
Down to me on the breeze

I look up and away
From the dark and the gloom
The trajectory that had
Once held my doom

I see the one, hear the voice
And reach for the hand
That was outstretched toward me
About to fall from this land

The voice brings a calm
As I’m called by my name
Like the wings of an eagle
The hand lifts me from shame

No longer alone
Not at risk of the fall
In this high place of refuge
Snuggled in, free from all

11/3/2021

And a River Runs Right Through It

Forever home
All things new
A city awed
A peace imbued

And a river runs right through it

Downward, paced
Set from on high
Readymade, adorned
Provide

And a river runs right through it

Swept of tear
And shadow’s death
Away! Begone!
Reside amidst

And a river runs right through him

Behold! The new!
And all things true!
Beginning’s end
To thirst will rend

Because a river runs right through him

Light-of-life
Illumined home
Gated, walled
By those I’ve known

And a river runs right through him

Founded firm
On lives hard-won
By Lion-Lamb
Betroth-ed one

And a river runs right through him

Divinely lit
The glory sun
Is presence
Walking with his ones

And a river runs right through him

Open door
Night is gone
Engrave-ed names
Of those who come

And a river runs right through it

The purest flow
Forth-going from
The lamb enthroned
Heals every one
Planted by
The banks to feed
Those never more
In curse to bleed
While looking on
Her shepherd’s face
The bride is home
Unending grace

And a river runs right through it

Revelation 21-22:5
30/11/2020

Gina Marie

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

The Compassion and the Passion

A merciless master
My suffering prolonged
O sin, you would have me
Alone, without song

My saviour, the servant
Compassion’s concern
Would pursue all my rescue
E’en while I yet spurned

With glory obscured
Power hidden, en-veiled
He served us, his humans
Then the mountain he scaled

Raised to be lowered
Shame brought release
For my sin-burdened soul
To find its long-lasting peace

In your death…
The inherited cycle is broke
Sin’s hold cannot keep me
Your new life brings me hope

Life-blood’s passed on
From parent to child
In your blood shed abroad
I’m no longer beguiled

Sin’s great deception?
That I’m still compelled
To do all its bidding
That I’m under its spell

But my Jesus, you triumphed
In freedom, empowered
A spirit-led choice
To walk the life I’m endowed

With bended knee’s adoration
In restored humanity, stand
Before the depth of your feeling
Poured over me, by your hand

19/4/2019

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

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

The Tree

A tree stood outside of the village.

Few noticed the tree as they went about the business of their days and nights.

But of those few who saw the tree, and stepped aside from the road to look closer, none would remain as they once were.

All who came to the tree saw their names carved into the timber.

All who kneeled before the tree and reached out to touch and own that they recognized their own name on this tree, grateful that they were named there, found they were washed by the tree’s life-blood, till they were clothed anew, white like light.

By this light were these few of the few given to see their gifts beneath the tree – once again, named with their own name.

Of these few clothed in white light, some would never open their gifts, some would open, but never use that contained within.

But a few of these few would receive, open, and use their own named gifts. They would provide for each other by use of these gifts. They would provide for those whose gifts remained unopened or unused. They would even provide for the passers-by, on the road and in the village.

As these few, of the few, of the few accessed and used their gifts, their gifts increased in depth and beauty and strength – and the few grew themselves, in strength, beauty, joy, insight and peace – their light shone brighter with every use of their gifts.

And those who came to the tree, saw their name engraved there, but would not acknowledge it as their own, nor embrace the tree and its gifts with gratefulness, wandered endlessly.

Unsettled in the village, unsettled on the road, and resentful of the tree…

…The tree stood outside of the village, off the oft-travelled road, but high and lifted up on the hill…

the bestower of life, gifts, restoration and purpose.

22/5/2015

The Tree