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.