If ..

If ..
You’re missing one or two,
Or even a few,
Around the table today,
Close your eyes and pray
Their face into view
And soon you
Hear their voice,
Feel a kiss upon your cheek,
So close you could speak.
Physically absent but
Spiritually present:
Imprinted deeply
In treasured memories
Always ready to peek through the door
And love you some more –
Their love never dies,
It shines from your eyes.
So add a spare chair
Even though they’re not there,
Smile through your tears,
Recall the past years
And remember how lucky you are .

(c) wordz2Go 25 Dec 2017

Advertisements

Hands Through the Clouds

Life knits an ever evolving pattern
Where you can never be sure
How things turn out,
And no doubt
You’ll lose stitches along the way,
Crooked seams where cracks appeared,
Patches wet from tears,
Emotional times in difficult years,
Double stitches
Where you’ve been helped
By family or friends
Because love amends.

No matter how well you knit
There will always be holes
Where your soul never mends,
Yet heaven extends
Hands through the clouds,
Divine signs,
To warn in advance
Of a change in chance.
Strands of different colours
Intertwine seamlessly,
Knitting the rich tapestry
Of life’s majesty.

(c) wordz2Go Dec 2017
Based on a vision I had of hand reaching down from heaven
Just before my sister died suddenly

Immanuel

BC71AE9C-12A6-4914-9692-945F2E009A4E

Kingly presence,
Here on earth:
Immanuel is with us.
The smallest gift,
Meanly wrapped,
Sleep now, husht.
A heavenly King,
In swaddling bands,
Privilege superfluous.
Divine creator,
As helpless babe:
Immanuel is with us.

Majesty unveiled
In an innocent child:
Immanuel is with us.
Unwrapped for all,
The gift that lasts,
Light of the darkness.
The smallest gift,
The greatest present:
Immanuel is with us.
Creator of all there is,
Loved enough,
To gift us Christmas.

(c) wordz2Go Dec 2017

Isaiah 9:6 “For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counseller, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.”

The Gift

img_0559

Jesus Christ,
King of Glory,
Gifts himself for our redemption.
Jesus Christ,
Son of Man,
Gifts himself out of heaven.
A gift of life
Come down to us;
A gift of love,
Of selflessness.

Jesus Christ,
The gift is given,
King of light born in darkness.
Jesus Christ,
Lamb of God,
A babe born blameless.
A gift of life,
Come down to us;
A gift of love,
Of joyousness.

Jesus Christ,
Prince of Peace
Died in pain on a cross of shame
Jesus Christ
God become man
Born to die, born to reclaim.
A gift of life,
Come down to us;
God of love:
The gift of Christmas.

Copyright wordz2Go Dec 2016
John 3:16 ‘For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son’.

Charades

You’d think it was easy
To act out a mime
But time after time,
I failed.
My acting was wooden,
I talked when I shouldn’t,
My acting was a crime!
A traditional game
Shouldn’t be this hard,
Playing charades
Should be fun,
But I was so bad
It has to be said
I was in way over my head!

Copyright wordz2Go December 2015

Homeless

Out shopping, I met a man,
Cross-legged on the floor,
Outside a clothes store,
He looked reasonably fed and generally well;
Possibly an angel,
A Christmas messenger.

Inside, I couldn’t concentrate,
His begging plate
Burned into my conscience
‘Till I couldn’t see
The new clothes in front of me.
I envisaged his dog on a cushion
And him on the cold floor –
Right there, outside the door.

He was destitute –
Playing Carols on a tin flute,
Begging for money.
Drawn to speak to him,
I offered a hot meal –
He asked for a sausage roll and a tea
Which humbled me.

He thanked me and told me
His luck had turned,
He was less concerned
Now he slept in a caravan.
His lowly accommodation
A salutary lesson,
A Christmas message
That less is more.

We wished each other ‘Merry Christmas’,
I carried on my way
Thinking of the food in my fridge,
The presents under the tree,
Waiting for me.
A Homeless Angel
Shook my complacency.

Copyright wordz2Go December 2015

Refugee Advent

Imagine an advent calendar
That lets you live
Another life.
Where would you go?
Who would you be?
Would you open the door
To live as a refugee?
Walking miles each day,
Forced to pay
With no certainty
Of crossing safely;
Forced to flee
From war or strife,
Forced to live a different life.
Fighting for food
In a cardboard-camp,
Misplaced xenophobia,
International amnesia –
As you wait, patiently,
For someone to notice your plight,
To say you have the right
To a good life.

Where would you go?
Who would you be?
Would you choose the life of a refugee?

Copyright words2Go December 2015