Buried Treasure

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Me sitting on Dad’s lap approx. 1963 ….  ….  ….

Looking back evokes
Forgotten memories,
Buried treasure of the past,
An opportunity grasped
To retell family stories
And to learn new ones,
Query mysteries unsolvable:
Things we’ll never know
Because it’s so long ago –
The script is lost.

Each photo tells a tale
Both known and yet to know,
Truth is perspective,
It’s hard to be objective
Through colours of today.
The sunlight of yesteryear
Warms jaded souls,
Cwtched by Mam and Dad,
Happy faces, not sad –
Safe and sound.

Pictures of the past
Pop up occasionally,
Placing us in events
Devoid of our presence,
History translated into now.
The redeeming power of love
Shines through every scene,
Bathing us in it’s glow
As emotions overflow –
To be reburied with the day.

(c) wordz2go Feb 2018

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Prayer for Thomas

How do you pray
Knowing a child will die,
Weakened and frail,
To an unknown timescale.
How do you pray away
An unchangeable outcome,
As disease advances,
Changing circumstances.
If no treatment is science flawed,
Is no healing a flaw of God?

My limited belief
Must be at fault,
My failure is doubt,
Insufficiently devout.
A child’s life
Is so precious,
How do you pray
From day to day?
If prayer makes no difference
Is it better to live in ignorance?

How do you pray
When promises were made,
Expectations raised
Because I’ve prayed –
Yet nothing has changed,
The disease reigns free,
How do you pray
Day after day,
Should I go on praying
When I see a child failing?

(c) wordz2Go Feb 2018

Matthew 21:22 And whatever you ask in prayer, you will receive, if you have faith”

Angel Wings

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https://www.justgiving.com/crowdfunding/thomsstory

Thomas isn’t fading,
He’s growing angel wings,
He’ll fly up high across the sky
To infinity, and beyond!
Rub between his shoulders
To feel a bony growth,
Angel wings are growing,
They’ll grow and spread
Right over his head
To guard him from the world.

Thomas isn’t dying,
He’s growing angel wings,
He’s just a child being denied
Opportunities we’ve been given.
While life is brutally cruel,
Only child-like innocence
Can grow such precious wings,
The power of flight
Is within his sight
Despite his failing vision.

Thomas will go flying,
Around the sun and moon,
He’ll see things from angel wings
But we’ll be left behind.
We will feel bereft
But Thomas will be living,
In a different time and space,
Where fears of the present
Are ceded to the heavens
Where Thomas will reside.

Thomas isn’t dying,
He’s just begun to live.

(c) wordz2Go Jan 2018

Psalm 23:4 “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil…”

Karate Kid

https://www.justgiving.com/crowdfunding/thomsstory

A child,
He’s just a child.
A little blue-eyed boy
Who loves lego and Star Wars,
Harry Potter and karate.
Just a normal kid:
Pride of his parents,
Wonderfully loving big brother.
Now roles reversed as younger
Sister moves things out of his way
To prevent him stumbling as
Disease affects his sight.
Soon it will take more –
An inevitable forward momentum.
Pray still for a miracle,
Believe in the impossible
From the God of possibilities.

(c) wordz2Go Jan 2018

Life Rescheduled

Please follow the link to read Thomas’s story and donate

https://www.justgiving.com/crowdfunding/thomsstory

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My nephew Jamie with his son Thomas at his 8th Birthday Party

Sit down
Pour yourself a drink
And think
About your life:
Work, career, progression,
Holidays, family, pension.
All mapped out,
Planned and lived,
Fully maximised.

Plan rescheduled –
Your son rewinds at eight,
Re-evaluate,
Your world becomes
Memory-making, indecision,
Crying-at-night, anxiety-ridden.
Life changes forever
As a child’s grip
Is loosened.

(c) wordz2Go Jan 2018

 

Thomas Meacham

https://www.justgiving.com/crowdfunding/thomsstory

Please read and share and donate if you are able to.  Thomas is my nephew’s son, just 8 years old and has been diagnosed with an incurable brain disease.  Our family is devastated.  This page has been put together by his school friends to help him and his parents.  We all want him to have an awesome time while he can.

Thank you

 

 

Cerebral AdrenalLeukoDystrophy

Cerebral AdrenalLeukoDystrophy
Is a dreadful disease
So please, Lord, please,
Explain why it exists,
Why it strikes guiltless children
And why it chose our beautiful, bright boy,
Full of innocence, light and joy.
This is so hard to understand,
We cry out in despair
Because there is nowhere
To hide the fact that
No treatment can mitigate
The effects or the progress,
No treatment to reverse the process.

Disbelief. Denial. Shock.
Robbed of his future
By a genetic abuser,
His parent’s precious child,
Cursed by research failure.
How can this be?
How cruel is life’s reality.
Give them strength Lord,
It’s so incredibly unjust,
Help them face what they must.
We should be able to protect
Our little ones more than this.
As they see their boy fade away,
Help them cope day by day.

(c) wordz2Go Jan 2018

For Thomas, age 8

Psalm 18:6
“In my distress I cried to the Lord: I cried to my God for help.”