Rainbow 🌈 Faith

Pandemic-days,
Dark times,
Battling for survival,
Awaiting revival
In time of drought;
Scorching winds
Scourge the earth –
Fear and panic
The new narcotic,
And yet,
And yet –
Hope persists,
Rainbow faith
Shining manifest
Into brokenness,
A kaleidoscope
Of hopefulness,
Myriad colours
Reflecting absolute love,
Inextinguishable
In the darkness
Because our God walks with us,
Always.

(c) wordz2Go 18 April 2020

Easter Praise

Praises sing
To Christ my King,
Hallelujah, You’re alive!

Death holds no fears,
Your promises
Hold fast and eternally last
Beyond our time or age,
Bound only by faith
And belief in me
As someone who could be.
You’ve shown the way
To beyond today
To more than we can see,
Your love for me,
Unconditionally,
Stretches every day,
Reminding me
You died for me,
You live for me to be.

(c) wordz2Go 12th April 2020

Pharisee Fall Guy

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Trumped up trial
For the King of Kings,
Guilty by presence
Whilst presenced with man;
Jesus, my minuteman.
No deceit within,
Yet tried by lies,
Pronounced guilty,
You walked to slaughter
To make me your daughter.

You took all the bad
To make today good;
Pharisee fall guy
Faced down the cross,
Stretched by nails,
Crowned by thorns,
Mocked and jeered,
Scourged and scorned,
Betrayed by treason,
Dignified, beyond all reason.

Crude nails held fast,
Powerful powerlessness
Displayed to the last.
You drowned in plain sight
Turning day into night,
The cross of shame
Shamed the men of God
As You paved the way
To turn death into life;
Jesus, my sacrifice.

(c) wordz2Go 10th April 2020

Look Forward

Look forward
Not back –
Stop building walls,
Grab life by the balls,
Dive in and float
While you figure out
What’s next,
Adapting your stroke
To the boulders you meet,
Glide over them with disdain
Allowing the pain
To leave you
Immune to defeat.
Set your course
Avoiding those
Who pull you down,
Grind you into the ground,
Travel on,
Do all the things
You planned to do,
Be you.
Joy and happiness
Are a witness
To living life
Gloriously fulfilled.
This is my plea
For 2020:
Look forward,
Not back,
May the waterfalls
Inspire you,
To swim without fear,
Enjoy your year.

(c) wordz2Go 31 Dec 2019

Reunion

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Clouds scudding across
Darkening skies:
Souls released from heaven
Flying over those below.
Interaction is forbidden
But looking is fine –
So they don’t forget
And will know us when we meet
In a next-world street.

Clouds merges and reform:
A reminiscence rain-cloud
Breaking your thoughts
And you see someone
You’ve loved and lost,
The shape of a nose,
A cheeky smile,
A familiar glint in the eyes,
Lights up the skies.

Clouds cannot stay
And nor can souls,
Quickly merging
Into unknown abstracts –
Blown by the winds,
Towed along by
Angel-hosts;
All-age humans
Awaiting reunion.

(c) wordz2Go Nov 2019

Thirty Years

Time has flown
Since I lay awake
The night before your birth
Wondering if you were a boy or a girl
And decided I didn’t care
As long as you were there.
Fast forward thirty years,
My baby girl has grown
Into a self-confident
Fully qualified teacher,
Joining the family tradition
But doing it your own way
Monday to Friday.
Some things don’t change,
You still come home
Eager to share your day,
Who said what and when and why
And did I know the Visigoths
Wore cloaks fastened with bone –
At least I’ll never be alone!
Happy 30th birthday
Darling girl of mine,
Much lies ahead
Of this I’m assured –
Take it all in your stride
With a smile on your face
Living your life
In God’s good grace.

(c) wordz2go 18 Nov 2019

Born Again Knees

Have spent a few weeks helping do up the Manse for our new minister – here’s an update:

My once proud nails
Are tattered and torn
My knees awaiting to be reborn,
While batwing arms
Are nicely toned
From hours of painting
And rubbing down,
My hip is hurting
From funny positions on ladder
And ground.

The bath and the shower
Both work fine,
Sink and toilet are now aligned,
So you won’t have to plunge
Downstairs in the night.
The bath taps run hot and cold
But please remember left from right –
‘Cos, blue and red
Have been transposed,
It’s just a plumbing oversight!

The pan drawers work
The electrics are safe,
All bulbs replaced,
All lives wire now benign!
No holes in the ceiling
Or in the floors,
No wallpaper’s peeling,
All rooms have doors,
The work’s moved on
But my knees are aching!

There’s more to do
I can’t deny
More rooms to prettify,
But brush and paint and
Volunteer spirit
Working together
Will help to blitz it.
Pity about my swollen knees
Pray for them,
I beg you please!

(c) wordz2Go Aug 2019

Waterfall

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God whisked you away
And I’m still angry
I wasn’t there.
The absence-guilt
Has subsided
To a mere roar,
A background waterfall
The symphony of
Grief-control.
Living subsumes the act
Of missing you
Yet you’re always in my mind,
Always in my thoughts,
Your face embossed
Onto my life,
Still providing
The underpinning,
Making me the best
That I can be
This side of eternity.

Miss you Mam.

X

(c) wordz2go Jun 2019

Thelma Joan Mary’s Rainbows of Hope

We lost my lovely Aunty Joan a couple of weeks ago, on 9th April, my mother’s second oldest sister and a very special aunty.  Aunty Joan was 96, had a very happy life and passed away surrounded by her immediate family in her own bed.  She was mentally alert to the end but her body had had enough and she was ready to go to heaven and see her sisters.   I’ve never know anyone else with her capacity for patience and love for others, I was privileged to be a niece of hers and to have a strong bond with her.  Aunty Joan  loved nothing better than to tell stories about the family and we loved to listen to them time and time again – I wrote this for her last year but added the last verse specially to read at her memorial service.  God bless you Aunty Joan, give Mam a hug from me xxxx

The keeper of stories –
Old enough to know,
With answers to share
And secrets to keep,
Who, in-between sleep,
May divulge a tale or two
Of times gone by.
The keeper dips into
The well of family lore
To bring forth a story
At the end of the rope
Spinning rainbows of hope
Between the clouds
On a rainy day.

The stories are old,
All heard before,
Every word is known,
Yet a joy to hear,
A treat for the ear,
Building memories
To pass on.
Our lives are richer
For the stories heard
The past made present
To be viewed anew
And talked through,
Again
And again.

Stories that weave
Time and place,
Setting the scene:
Lady Beynon, Aunty Mag a Tan,
Boper Saran, Kippers from the Isle of Man!
Worry not, the keeper is safe,
Her stories are too,
Passed on to me and to you.
She loved us all
And her joy
Shines through –
Past and present merge,
Family yarns preserved
In the Keeper’s unique
Rainbows of hope.

(c) wordz2go Feb 2018
Revised 29 April 2019

1 Corinthians 13:4-8

“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.”