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

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Waterfall

A697D291-44B0-4065-8AE1-53BB613F52D0Three years today
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.”

Have Faith

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I miss your smile
Just because I’m your child,
I miss you telling family stories
Of who did what and why,
Of you and me
Making apple pie
For Sunday tea,
I miss your sewing
And pins in my feet and
Your kitchen without you is incomplete,
So I wear your pinny
When I’m there
And I still hear
Your voice in my ear
Telling me when I’m right or wrong.
I miss your smile
But I’ll see you awhile,
This I know
Because you told me so,
Have faith you said,
So I do.

(c) wordz2Go 31 March 2019
My Mother’s Day special for my amazing Mam

2019

May the new year
Smile more
Blessings
Into our lives,
To provide
Opportunities to live
Fruitfully, peacefully,
As we realise,
Less divides
This small world
Than what we
Commonly believe.
Life is but a short while,
So smile,
When blessings rain down,
And thank the maker
Of your stars
For the scars
That show
You have loved
And lived
And face the new year
Without fear.

(c) wordz2Go 31st December 2018

Christmas

grayscale photo of the crucifix
Photo by Alem Sánchez on Pexels.com

Your plan for man
Brought you down to earth
To an unmarried mother
At the wrong end of town,
Heaven’s great light
Born in darkness of night
To a time and a place
We know not why.
A Christmas gift
Turned the world on its head,
A gift of life, a gift of love
As God-above
Became man below,
Knew grief, knew sorrow,
Walked the walk of shame
To the cross of pain,
To see the plan through;
Born for me, born for you.

(c) wordz2Go 25th December 2018

 

Lifter of my Head

You have rescued me
From grief and despair,
Creating oases of peace 
Where I shamelessly languished 
Under your protection,
Shielding me from pressure.
I needed time, 
You created it for me,
Lovingly carrying me
Through the empty valley
Once filled by my mother and sister –
You are the lifter of my head.

(c) wordz2Go July 2018

Psalm 3:3 ESV
“But you, O Lord, are a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter of my head.”