Joseph

Self-evidently standing tall
In equity displayed for all
Keeps in mind his person’s person
Reserved of spectacle’s decision
Wills to fully free his own
Impassioned, sits till path is known

Contradict your swelling fear
Take to you, your person near
Protect her from the path of death
The one she’ll Bare’s of sacred breath
Take this road that’s travelled less
This road toward your God is blessed

Envisioned message – awakening!
Till time fulfilled – forwarding
Committed to – arrang-ed way
Realisation – amidst the fray
Receiving near – beloved one
Not knowing all – till all is done

Made manifest by laying forth
Awakening message shows the course
Of fleeing with beloved two
Where timely safety will ensue
Then staying where and as you are
Till called to travel life’s next path

Matthew chapters 1 and 2
Luke chapter 2

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Letter to Joseph

My Dear Brother Joseph,

I want to thank you for walking closely with our God, The LRD JHWH.

Thank you for seeking to live equitably…before you knew what your family life would be.

Thank you for sitting with your impassioned self when unsure and thrust into an unexpected life course. Thank you for sitting with your own impassioned experience, so much so that you could and would consider the affects on another.

Thank you for your willingness to fully free the one others would have rejected, disregarded, shamed, or even killed – even though you were faced with circumstances and explanations that seemed unbelievable.

Thank you for heeding the messengers and messages from YHWH. Thank you for your willingness to deny your fear and draw Mary, your betrothed, to yourself.

Thank you for waiting out the continued unknowingness of your circumstances, relationship/s and life path to their fullness of time. Thank you for seeing things through, as YHWH directed, and to completion.

Thank you for being you, and being you in all your circumstances. I realise you were human, just as I am – you were not perfect and faltered and missed YHWH’s mark. But you measured yourself against Him, returning to keep step.

I thank you for allowing yourself to decrease as Christ Jesus, whom you helped to parent, increased…and before Mary’s cousin, John, had said he would do so.

Thank you for helping to parent one who was not your own, and who still had his own engaged parents, even before I did such a thing.

Essentially, I thank you for walking the life of ever-increasing knowledge, wisdom, obedience and growth in and toward our designer, redeemer, restorer, provider and LRD. By choosing this, you were ready, not yet perfected, but ready for each step YHWH asked you to take. Thank you for looking, seeing, hearing, trusting and modelling for me the WAY of life dependant on the saviour of our souls – as life was designed to be.

A distant sister, with gratefulness

26/1/2021

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

King of Glory, Prince of Peace

He has been my King of Glory
My rest, as Prince of Peace
On solid ground,
When waves surround
At journey’s start or when complete

My guiding light when dark descends
Leaves footprints in the sand
Amidst tumult, calm
Or eye of storm
Beside me, takes my hand

In life, and death, and seasons’ change
Obscured, or within view
He upright stands
Bends low with hands
To embrace, or pull me through

19/1/2020

The Dark Knight

In dark of night
The dark knight rides
His steed a raven black
Encompassed by
A blade array
On this commissioned trek

The quest’s great goal
Lay further up
And further into what!?
A veiled, obscure
And distant yet –
And undisclosed-ed lot

A duty calls
In light of day
Or deepest, darkest night
In long great strides
The dark knight rides
Confronting fear and might

If triumphant then
At quest’s long end
Turn home on wings of pride
If loss and life
The lot to bear
Take it all in stride

But if the end
To bear is death
The dark knight’s brand new day
Those left behind
Take courage by
Dark knights riding, come what may

19/3/2019

Life’s March

Life passes by
The March of time
We hasten, pause
See rain and shine
But each one’s march
Begins and ends
In this we all will share,
My friends

Sometime march
In single file
Or pass the time
En masse, a while
Two-by-two
Lead on, be lead
Keep in step
Or lag instead

Distracted
One may march askew
The wounded
Drag a limb or two
But others may
Lift some on high
And give the march
Of two a try

Onward, though
We all shall plod
Whether we are
Or how we’re shod
Into the vast
Eternity
Our marching out
Parade, will be

16/2/2019

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

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

The Mark

You are the mark!
Not some, else standard set.
It’s you we’re to aim for,
Not a task to be met.
As arrows you formed us,
Your quiver to fill,
Then released from your bow
Manoeuvred with skill.

It’s the breath of you carrying
With lift, dip and curve;
The darts gliding with purpose
T’ward the one whom they serve.
Fletching in place,
To spin and to stay;
Head of the arrow,
Formed and fit for each play.

Initial design and form, ne’er a change,
On the journey to bow,
Fit for this one arranged.
Fletching and head,
Both with end-goal in mind,
Each one’s journey-story
Determines each one in kind.

Form us and frame us,
The journey, you know.
The mark is your presence,
We’re ready to go.
Breath of life,
When we drop, lift us to soar
Till etern’ly embedded
Deep in your core.

1-2/4/2018

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