Kit

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I’m so excited because
I finally have a little dog of my own
After waiting 30 years while working for a living!
We chose you Kit,
You are simply gorgeous and when you come
Out of your shell you’ll love us too.

You entered our home and heart today,
Slipped out of your travel crate
Cautiously and slowly,
Turning your head away,
Looking cute in your brand spanking new pink collar.
One tiny step at a time you came out,
Walked towards me and I was lost
In your enormous soulful eyes.
Your refusal to eat or drink worries me
But Dr. Google tells me it’s normal
And not to worry yet.
Five hours later and you’ve jumped
Onto the sofa and into my lap,
I’m in heaven!
Still not drinking
But you’ve walked inquisitively round the garden,
Scared yourself silly at the life-size plastic pigs,
Walked warily up to the large resin tortoise in amongst the herbs
And ran away from the roosting pigeons!

And so to bed. Your crate in my room.
Hope you can settle to sleep.
Welcome home little Kit.
We love you already.

Copyright wordz2Go Jun 2107

Waves of Love

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Your love sees me through,
Sustains me when I drop
Which stops me
Conceding to fatigue
Distress or tiredness.
Whatever goes wrong,
Whatever wrong I do,
The answer is always You:
I am forgiven,
I am made whole,
You love me heart and soul.

You catch me when I fall,
Dry my tears when I cry,
Let me fly
When days are good,
Rising high on waves of love
That never stop.
Your love perfects me,
Perfects my trust in You.
I am forgiven,
I am made whole,
You are the carer of my soul.

Copyright wordz2Go May 2107
Deuteronomy 33:27 ‘Underneath are the everlasting arms’.

Guilt

I saw her,
And I did nothing.

Sitting on a low wall down a dark ally
Just off the main high street:
Clearly high on something,
Eyes rolling back,
Speech slurring as she called out
In Spanish.
I hurried my family past her,
Glad to be back onto a sun-filled street,
A street with happy feet.

We’d taken a short cut,
She was on a detour, possibly a dead end.
I’m not proud.
I saw her and I did nothing.
How many more will fail her?
How many more will walk past,
Observing but not seeing?
My soul was coloured dark that day,
I looked the other way.

I rationalised:
I was a visitor,
I didn’t speak Spanish,
I was only there for the day,
There must be some organised help around,
I wanted to get back to the beach,
In short – I felt no compassion.
I saw her, and I did nothing
She called out to me,
Now, I feel guilty.

Copyright wordz2Go April 2017
Matthew 25:40 ‘Truly, I tell you, whatever you did for the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you do for me.’

Love Ripples

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Love is a precious commodity
More valuable than rare jewels
Yet shines just as bright,
Revealing rainbows of light
Reflecting off multi-faceted sides.
This valuable gift
Asks for trust in return,
Grows stronger than desire
To shine ever brighter
And mellow slowly, slowly,
Into a contented old-age.
True love is as old gold:
Naturally luminescent,
A reliable and solid support,
‘Though it cannot be bought
Nor can it be earned.
Love can only be shared,
Love not shared will die,
Becomes stagnant,
Sowing seeds of discontentment.
Shared love spreads and grows
Like ripples in a pond
Moving ever outwards
To distant shores,
Continuing to light the darkness.

Copyright wordz2Go Feb 2017
1 Peter 4:8 ‘Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers a multitude of sins.’

Neighbours

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Humanitarian disaster zone
Fleeing everything loved and known.
Fighting for the right to a bullet-proof life
In a home-away-from-home,
No familiarity,
No personal privacy.
Crying for help from a neighbour
With no-one looking their way,
Curled tight in a ball to avoid the squall
Of war and bombing and strife.

Summer clothing in winter snow,
A tent keeps the cold at bay;
Would you hear your name if it was called,
Or look the other way?
Family, friends or strangers,
Near or far away,
Who will you hear today?

Copyright wordz2go Jan 2017
Luke 10:29 ‘And who is my neighbour?’

James, Frederick and Leonard

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Tower of London, November 2015 (c)

Yours is a tale from
The war to end all wars,
Yours is the blood
Spilt pointlessly in mud,
Mingled in shell holes
In the hell-hole of war.
Yours is the noise
Of battlefield cries,
Boys screaming for Mam,
Men calling for wives,
Yours is the wholesale
Butcher of lives.

James, Frederick and Leonard,
Yours are the lives
Ended shockingly short,
Yours is the warning
Of political breakdown
Both country and crown.
Ordinary men caught
In an act of contrition
In a war of attrition
No-one could win.
In the mud where you tread,
Shells are the harvest
From the fields of the dead.

Copyright wordz2Go Nov 2016

Inspired by personal details left at the Tower of London 2015 Poppies display
(See my photo above)

Isaiah 2:4 “The Lord will mediate between nations and will settle international disputes.”

 

Ebb and Flow

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I wrote a name in the sand today
But the waves washed it away;
The ebb and flow of the sea
Mirroring life and loss.
Reach for the moon and the stars above,
Live out your dreams today,
Take that leap in the dark
You were meant to take
Before the waves stop play.

Life is too precious to wait
For the tides of time to abate;
The ebb and flow of time
Managing life and loss.
Live for today and enjoy yourself,
Be kind along the way,
Live a generous life,
A full life,
Pray you won’t get washed away.

Copyright wordz2Go Oct 2016
Psalm 31:14-15