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

Hello Again

Hello again, My friend

I know you think I’ve not been near

But I have watched and stepped and guided

Every step and thought and tear

 

In these, the silent years

You’ve grown to trust, heed, persevere

And I’ve come to say you’re ready

Fullness of time has now appeared

 

I will do, what I will do

I will do it in My time

Though you rebel, slow down or hasten

Obey or choose your plan, not Mine

 

I will do for you, as promised

I am faithful, to the end

And because you have believed Me

You, I’ll always call My friend

 

10/9/2014

Reflecting after Chuck Swindoll sermon on Abraham – 13 years silence then birth announcement at 99. Genesis 17

A Time To Sow

The scorching heat is almost done

So circle work is soon begun

Burning, smoke and water cart

Spray and rain, will give a start

 

Seed and super, fertilise

The hardest hour? Before sunrise!

Rains are welcome, if they arrive

But seeders may then sit a while

 

Pour and drive, turn, unblock

Auger, seeder, combine, stock

Move sheep and cattle; hay to feed

Another paddock, sow with seed

 

Days and nights are ever long

Families sing their mournful song

Soon the season will be done

Winter, spring rains; would we welcome

 

 

4/6/2014

Shared and Sharing Experience

I have just listened to Wes Moore speak at TED on how to talk to veterans about their wars. 

His comments directed my thoughts to other individuals and groups whose communities and families may or may not approach them, or may unintentionally offend or wound through ignorance.

Social media and other communication mediums are replete with those who have endured war, abuse, rape, disability, pain, physical and mental illness, job-loss, moral and financial bankruptcy, child-loss, widow-hood (I could go on), all looking for others who have shared in a similar experience and/or a place to be heard and valued.

My simple hope is that we each would take an interest and the time to discover what another’s experience has been like, and share our own experiences so that someone else may not feel alone in theirs. Talking about our lives is healthy for the speaker, the listener and our social connections. Not talking, asking or listening only breeds our sense of isolation, negative identity assumptions (of ourselves and others), and disconnection from each other when we all have a desire to belong – somewhere.

Flexibility and Reform

I have just read a devotion by Chuck Swindoll on Insight For Living titled ‘Flexibility’ and based on Acts 16:6-10.

And I’m wondering…

Could it be that inflexibility and traditionalism don’t necessarily mean that one always refuses to do a new or different thing; but that one does all things – new and familiar – with the same old attitude, traits, judgementalism, blind following (lack of discernment), conformity, demand, prejudice, partiality, fear, insecurity…Reforming the things one does, without becoming a person reformed?

Just wondering.

Grandmothers

Grandmothers are for loving

And for cooking and for worrying

Sleeping over, cuddling

Baking scones and making dolls again

They have pools and veges growing

Stay over New Year’s, saucepans banging

Taking photos, lots of bragging

When they’re gone, our hearts are dragging

 

Thanks for all the joy of learning

Thanks for all the fun; now yearning

Hope I’ll be to my own dear ones

Just as precious as my grandmums

 

Nanny and Grandma

 

 

4/5/2014

Soz, Mum

Mum, I know that I’m not talking

To you as I used to do

When I was so much smaller

And I used to hug you too

But if you can just be patient

Till my brain and body grow

Once again I’ll want your wisdom

And maybe kiss you as I go

 

I know that when I’m angry

And you don’t know what to say

That I make you quite unhappy

So it’s hard for us to stay

In our home and be together

When I’m sad and all withdrawn

Staying in my room, behind the door

Even with the curtains drawn

 

But one day I’ll emerge from all

The darkness, out and in

Our communication slowly

Will no doubt begin again

I’ll be thankful that I have you

In my life to walk beside

Now I’m grown and we are family

And as friends, to love in life

 

 

4/5/2014