My Life-Sea

Tomorrow I will be baptised –

You, Lord, are my rock
In a turbulent sea,
In the highest waves
You reach out to me,
You whisper in my ear
That I’m strong in you
And I know
You won’t leave me
Drowning in life’s sea.

You’ve shown me, repeatedly,
That trust in you
Is repaid ten-fold,
You always hold
My head above water,
When my burdens
Pull me down,
Before I hit the ground,
You reach out to catch me.

However bad the day,
Every day is new with You,
With your love and strength
At work within me
I face the future
Unafraid, unashamed
To praise my forever-God
Who absolved me,
I will sing your praise unending,
Ten thousand years,
Then for evermore.

(c) wordz2Go Mar 2018

Psalm 103 King James Version (KJV)
‘’Bless the Lord, O my soul: and all that is within me, bless his holy name.’’

 

Missing You 😘

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We’ve travelled home
To bring you flowers
On this Mother’s Day,
Though to see your face
Would be the best bouquet.
We can’t hug or kiss you
But mothers up in heaven
Are loved more not less,
They know we miss them,
Remember, we were blessed.

There is a heavenly portal
Mothers can look through:
From glory’s height
To earthly flowers
Just to enjoy the sight.
Mother’s Day is tough
Without a Mam to share
Today our grief’s undressed,
Tomorrow will be better,
Remember, we were blessed.

(c) wordz2Go Mar 2018

Alzheimer’s Victim

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Progress inevitably
Redefines personality,
Amplifies the past
When days were long,
Names were known,
And the sun shone.
Rage builds
Eliminating rationale,
What was known
Falls away,
Disjoined memory
Fails the day.
Temper seethes,
Anger precedes
Breakdown of speech,
Tyranny of disease
Locks me inside,
Should I be fed?
You decide.

Alzheimer’s victim:
Humanity stripped
Bit by bit.

(c) wordz2Go Mar 2018

Dedicated to my Aunty Gloria.

Romans 8:26-28 The Message (MSG) ‘’Meanwhile, the moment we get tired in the waiting, God’s Spirit is right alongside helping us along. If we don’t know how or what to pray, it doesn’t matter. He does our praying in and for us, making prayer out of our wordless sighs, our aching groans.’’

Trust

The words of a hymn
Made me cry today
And I just pray
The promises made
Of future healing,
No tears,
No wheelchairs
In heaven,
Come true.
I can’t understand
Why a child must wait,
Why prayers have no weight:
There’s no choice but to trust
That love will win.

(c) wordz2Go Mar 2018
1 Corinthians 13:13
‘’Three things will last forever—faith, hope, and love—and the greatest of these is love.’’

Victim

Lord, it hurts,
Really hurts
To see Thomas
In a wheelchair,
He’s just eight
And fate
Is claiming
A victim –
Has taken
His mobility
Already.
Time.
Lord, I’m begging for more,
Leave the door
Open a while longer
Let him walk, and run
Climb, have fun,
Be the child he should be,
Indefinitely.

(c) wordz2Go Mar 2018

Indelicately Squiffy

Lyn age 6 holding me at my christening 

B704819A-30A9-409B-A60B-6E9E44FC49F0I’d love to ring,
Just to sing:
“Happy Birthday!”
And hear you say everything’s OK.

But phones don’t work
From earth to heaven,
So I’ll raise a glass,
Blink back the tears,
And say “cheers”
Instead.
You’re in your world
And we’re in ours,
The lives we live
Are different now
But somehow
Connected.
I’ll have a G ‘n T
And remember
Drunken cooking
In L’Orangerie
Indelicately
Squiffy.

Enjoy your day in every way,
“Happy Birthday!” Sis –
I’ll still sing,
But I can’t ring.

Much love, Ang XX

(c) wordz2Go Feb 2018

My sister would have been 63 on 26th February

The Keeper

Every family has one, mine is my Aunty Joan: 95 years young

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A 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,
They’re 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,
Together,
Once again.

(c) wordz2go Feb 2018

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

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”