Flitter by, little butterfly
Taste and see what’s good
Waste not a moment, butterfly
Miss not any sweet you could
Life is short, little butterfly
Do you only need a sip
Will you not rest, little butterfly
Before life to its end does slip
I’m watching you little butterfly
Though you zip, from here to there
I see you sit, little butterfly
Moments still, amidst life’s care
14/2/2021
You took me to the mountains
And underneath the earth
Then high atop a canyon
To water pouring down, dispersed
We sat upon the sand
And walked along the shore
I closed my eyes, your song to me
All around me soared
And now I sit and wonder
At the wonder that you’ve been
You safely lead me out to
My desired, but missing dreams
We shared the day I had not noticed
Till the day was halfway done
Where I had feared to go alone
You lead me…forever faithful one
17/2/2021
If you MANGEL the WURZEL
That you BEET in the FIELD
And the MAN-GOLD is CHARD
So the FODDER’s not FEED
As CRASSA the ROOT
And the VEGETABLE seem
There’s none so VULGARIS
As the SWOLLEN BETA ROOTs be
So in LARGE WHITE and YELLOW
With a SUGARy RED
And CENTURIES old
It will stand in good stead
The GOLDen CHARD, WURZEL ROOT
OF SCARCITY known
That grand MANGELWURZEL
Is a mouthful renowned
1/2/2021
A little person, just like me!
I wonder what it’s like to be
Another little person who
Moves about, as I do too
I wonder if they ride in cars…
In buses, trams, or trains so fast
Do they walk down to the park?
When they sleep in bed, is it light or dark?
They have big people, just like me!
When they awake, is it these they see?
Do they enjoy a warm embrace?
As I do, when mine see my face
And what about the others here?
Who sit by us; some far, some near
They have no little person, so…
Perhaps I’ll go and say hello
25/1/2021
Gina Marie
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
Known prior to presence
Fitted for plan
Chosen in favour
Time and boundary in hand
Purposed design
Relational pull
Returning provision
Future payment in full
Blood red for cleansing
Death to give life
Light over darkness
Stained, then brightness of white
Nothing deserved
Not-a-one is a right
No earning, demanding
But Love bestows ‘cause he’s right
Love motivation
Initial design
Love intervention
When Love’s object’s confined
Freedom from bondage
Purchased from chains
Loved back to life
Restored to Love’s family name
Formed – then a turning
Pursued – all in love
Invited back into
The family of God
Oh the weight! Oh the heaviness!
So apparent and seen
The designer, redeemer
In whom I am fully me
Wonder of wonders!
Unconditional love
Descending on me
Certain hope from above
The call’s invitation?
To declare all my need
Then all praise to the glorious grace
I’ve been freed!
30/8/2020
Hanging down
Between, among
Awaiting help
From you
To come
You dangle down
Amongst the throng
Awaiting me
To act upon
Your need
And theirs
Our needs
We all
Provide for each
We heed a call
26/8/2020
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
Naomi
Confused amid the scarcity
Our wandering feet would roam
Until they planted steadfast
In that soil so far from home
In death’s great, dark abandonment
And bitterness of heart
I turned my face t’ward the One
I’d left, at sojourn’s start
My new loves would not leave me
My provision all but spent
I could not bear their suff’ring
One remained, one with me went
Lament and sorrow mine
Strange new life for she
A commotion in the city
As I returned, and she with me
The Overseer
I wondered at the woman
Who from a strange land came
How she worked! She toiled! She laboured!
Such little rest within the shade
We all had heard the stories
How she joined with one, our own
To provide for another’s mother
And in our ways she’d grown
Now the master, he had noticed
And charged us with her care
To show kindness and protection
When we’d see her working there
And then, he’d drawn her close
One who’d usually be scorned
Kindness, one unto another
In God’s image, is he formed?
Ruth
Death ripped from me my comfort
I would’ve walked alone
So, I clung to she who loved me
Followed to her long-lost home
In following direction
Of a people not yet mine
I entered empty-handed
To behold of gifts divine
In the God of one I cherished
I found refuge, work and help
Saw unfolding of provision
Through his servant’s gifted wealth
God’s store of greatest riches
Was to overflow my need
Immediate and eternal
For myself and all my seed
Boaz
With the blessing of provision
I sought to imitate my Lord
Look into the lives around me
His presence my reward
When she showed the fruit of turning
I beheld a heart restored
And the beauty of the faithful
A daughter’s mother so adored
With allegiance to the Master
I could risk to see a loss
Which he returned to me, a gifting
As he would gift us through his Christ
As a people far away
We can return to open arms
Of the one who will redeem
And restore through mercy’s charms
30/7, 1/8, 9/8/2020
Gina Marie
The sweetest loss
I give to you
Self-sufficient, a lie thought true
As I release
It from my grasp
I’m left with just an open palm
No longer closed
In desperate clasp
In freedom now, I come to ask
For you to stock
My empty hand
Fulfil my need, gifts of your plan
In letting go
I fall into
Your arms of love, outstretched in truth
Emancipated
I’m leaning in
Dependence is design, not sin
12/7/2020
