Prayer for Peace

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Quieten my mind,
Enfold me in your saving grace,
Take me someplace
Away from the stress
That life imposes.
I need your peace,
I crave your tranquility,
Your transforming divinity,
Removing the pressures I face.

Soothe my soul,
Keep me above the abyss
And grant me your peace.
Your grace embraces me,
Lifts me up on wings
To soar above everything
That weighs me down,
That keeps me earth-bound,
Shackled in doubt.

You go before me and behind,
Your love surrounds me,
Sustains me absolutely;
You are with me always.
You are my God
And I put my trust in you.

Quieten my mind,
Soothe my soul,
Grant me your peace.

Copyright wordz2Go Feb 2017
Matthew 11:25-30 ‘Come unto me all ye who travail and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest’

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.”

 

Grief Undressed

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I am stilled filled with sorrow
At losing you.
The pain is always there,
Mostly suppressed but
Today my grief is undressed.

The years have flown by
And I’ve tried,
Really tried
To see a purpose,
Yet I remain deeply hurt.
I lost a brother and gained another
Within the space of a year:
My sister lost her first love
And God above –
I’m still angry, so angry.

How can I defend my belief
In an ever-loving God
And live with the memory?
It was truly a mystery,
Finding words to tell your boys.
Your death doesn’t sit easily with me
And yet I have to believe
That you are somewhere,
That there is more to life
Than we can see or know,
That there is somewhere we go.

My hope is that you can see
Your grown boys, their families,
That you are proud of them,
Of the fathers they’ve become.
Both are different and yet
Each has characteristics
That reminds me of you,
Of things you’d say and do.

I am older now than you can ever be
And still, I’m angry.
Rest well brother,
I must cover my grief once more:
Dress it in the respectability
Of hope,
In the continuity
Of life,
In the certainty
Of the life to be.

Copyright wordz2Go 7 Nov 2016

Dedicated to my lovely brother-in-law on his birthday.
He died from cancer age 32 in 1987.

1 Corinthians 13:12 “… Now I know in part, then I shall know fully…”

Tornado

Disconcertingly,
The rug is pulled from beneath your feet:
Life seems bittersweet.
Bewilderingly,
You’re upside down, sucked
Into the path of a tornado
Where you’re forced to go
Round and round,
Until you’re so dizzy you can’t think,
Or sleep
And every decision is too deep.

Life’s like that,
Ticking over nicely
Then …
Bam … it all begins to unravel
As you try to grapple
With the unfathomable.

Copyright wordz2Go Nov 2016
Matthew 6:25-27

Go forth …..

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I stood on holy ground,
Trod in the steps of early saints
On Lindisfarne,
Stood where the altar stood,
Marvelled at the rainbow arch
Stubbornly defeating the years,
Violence
And the harsh north eastern weather.
Mid-October with an icy wind
Keening across the site –
Picture the monks in open-toe sandals
Striding about, serving God
In a far-flung outpost of humanity
With just a single fire in the warming room
As a nod to bodily comforts.
The ghosts of the saints linger here
To welcome you
To what is still a house of God.
We may not praise in Latin
Yet we worship together
With all the saints above
And all the company of heaven;
They lead us still,
Their work not yet complete.
Crossing the causeway comfortably by car
I thought of them
Walking, carrying Cuthbert shoulder high
And doubted if I could have been
So committed.
They believed and because they believed
I believe today,
Brought up in a faith established
Long ago on a small island
Set in the North Sea.
Lindisfarne: long may you continue to lead
The faithful here on earth
And in heaven.

Copyright wordz2Go Oct 2016
Matthew 28:19

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

Quick Sand

Life is fraught:
Caught between competing
Crises and priorities,
Parcelling out time slots,
Racing between
Goal-posts bedded in quick sand.
Personal aspirations
Based on an illusion
Of what could be achievable.
Happiness is an ever moving rainbow,
An impossible destination
Where the profoundly naive dwell
In exhausted confusion
Defeated by conflicting ideals
That only reveal
High levels of disconcertion.

Life is indeed fraught:
Shake off entangling expectations
Imposed by rules and regulations,
Dare to run against the flow
Look up not down,
Look out and around
Focus on what is good and true,
Stand proud
To find the real you.

Copyright wordz2Go Oct 2016
John 17: 16 NLT