Strolling past, we stop and chat
I’m riding out, you’re riding back
Weed my garden, seek my good
Work on the farm, helped ‘cause you could
You ask about my younger charges
Neighbours help with tasks the hardest
Sorting out the shed of heartbreak
Eased you, some, of all my heart ache
Chatting, walking, get to know
As neighbours, friends, then off we’d go
Meeting up, and passing by
Now tears are all that fill my eye
Goodbye
Gina Marie – 8/4/2018
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
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
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
Bench shadowed beneath a tree, morning sun ready to break through
30/3/2018
Crisp and clear, morning begins.
As light becomes all encompassing, the fiery glow on increasing cloud…recedes.
The morning will be fresh, if not a little heavy, foretelling of an over-shadow later in the day.
The sheep must be moved on; this temporary shelter – house of sticks – will not suffice as the sun moves across the sky, the cloud and all its company rolling in.
A rousing call, tap a few tails with a crooks end, perhaps a flap of the arms now and then…they’re up and on the move.
They’ll need nourishment early; storms may rumble in sooner rather than later. Well-fed sheep will be better able to ride out storms later on.
A graze in this fresh green gully; water the flock down below; shelter from inclement weather amongst established trees, enclosed within the secure boundary of a holding yard.
Yet holding yards, shelter and nourishment alone are not enough. Keep watch! Alert to risk and danger; ready and willing to act, to rescue, to protect.
Gates and fences blow over, are damaged by falling limbs, rushing waters…the onslaught of varied weather – predictable and temperamental; and the passing of time – worn and weathered, weary of bearing weight and strain.
Wild animals will seek prey; there are those who would take the flock for their own.
The Chief Shepherd, possessor and nurturer of this flock watches and enables the under-shepherds to fulfill the call to care, attend, cultivate, keep and cherish.
These ones know the voice, direction and undertaking of their Shepherd. They respond well when they perceive his influence in and amongst us.
So, a crook to keep within safe boundaries.
An eye out for fields of nourishment.
Safe spaces for rest and refreshment.
Wisdom, strength, compassion and the will to fight off those who would steal and destroy.
And when some are lost, taken, devoured, appeal to and rest in the Great Shepherd…who saw their wanderings, observed our distraction, allowed and curtailed the thief and false shepherd, and will pursue them and us in justice, mercy and all that is good, pure, right and lovely.
Gina Marie 21/7/2015
Crouched, huddled, humbled
Cowering in grief and loneliness
Hunched over, enveloped in darkness
Afraid, ashamed and alone;
Albeit desirous of great comfort, forgiveness, connection,
Emancipation, peace, deliverance
And yet, I hear a voice.
Soothing, inaudible – yet not.
Distinct, definitive, refreshing
Dare I turn?
Dare I look upward?
Dare I risk vulnerability?
Light?
I must!
I can no longer live in fear and uncertainty.
This is not living.
Rolling, unraveling
Standing, turning, reaching
The Voice is Light, and Rock, and Mountain Height
Where the eagle rests,
Out of reach of any who would prevail in the valley
Still the voice calls.
I am drawn, but I cannot reach.
I whisper.
I breathe afresh
Deeply, drawing in refreshment
Expelling all that would hinder
I call aloud to the Voice, the Rock, the Height above all.
Desperate, pleading, repenting of all that has been my own;
All that has left me entailed to the dark of fear and shame
I am lifted up,
On eagle wings,
To lofty peak,
In crevice rest.
Above
Beyond
Safe
Free
Untouchable by darkness
I see the Light shine on me.
Unhindered view
The warmth of wings – of comfort
The security of Rock – fortress
I sleep in peace
Nourishment is sweet
No fear of abandonment
The Voice, ever present
Only when He has prepared me
Shall we go on from here
Together
One
The Sustainer and the sustained
6/3/2015
Racing westward
Sunrise chase
Dark consumed
By light of grace
Ever favoured
Never left
Naught unaided
By mercy swept
23/1/2015
A world of difference
Unknown
Clawing against design
Unseen
Cry and fight, rebel
Unsatisfied
Searching, peering, looking
Unfound
How to search for the unknown?
How to recognize the unseen?
How to rest and be satisfied?
How to find?
Blinkers off!
Accept what is!
Embrace truth!
Release familiarity!
Emancipation.
14/1/2015
