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

Shepherding

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

Sustainer

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

A World of Difference

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

My Mum

Janette Marie

Precious, gentle mother

Prayerful, kind of heart

Welcomer of persons

Young, or old, from near or far

 

Garden always blooming

Flowers all arranged

Cleanliness within

For tasty treats you’re famed

 

Kitchen is abuzz

Confiding, cuppas, fun

Eating, talking, cooking

You, or yours, or everyone

 

Children, children, children

One or two, or twenty-four

Painting paper, bricks or pavement

Lego, Barbie, cars and more

 

Drive you to the hospital

To church or Boy’s Brigade

Deliver pamphlets, meals and love

In birth or death or just g’day

 

Singing nursery rhymes or hymns

Any tune or note or pitch

Burn the veges or the sausages

Roasts go off without a hitch

 

Boil the kettle, hang the washing

Iron and vacuum, mop the floor

Change the sheets before the next lot

Comes a-knocking on the door

 

One moves out, and one moves in

Army, neighbourhood and youth

Follow moving van to homes

Old ones gone, new friends en-group

 

Laughing, crying, sorry

Cuddle, comfort, pray

Petticoat and lipstick

Barefoot, loving God all day

 

6/11/2014

Merilyn

Been away. Saying farewell from this world to my step-mum. Loved. Missed. Always remembered.

 

In gentleness you spoke and thought

In quietness you moved

In otherness of focus

Was the path you oft did choose

 

In jest, your laughter hearty

In grief your focus set

In cheeky shifts of humour

Work with diligence was met

 

In children, love rejoicing

In grandies, care and pride

In family, time well-spent

Love with husband from on high

 

You saw beauty all around you

Brilliant colour from the rose

Form of mankind in all seasons

Adorning cakes and walls along your road

 

Determined, gentle battler

Crown of persistence on your brow

Hopeful, enduring constancy

Now complete and wholly sound

I love you

 

28/10/2014