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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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.”

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

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.”

Rivers in the Sky

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Fill us with your spirit,
Enlighten us
To discern your will
For our lives,
Show us what to do
To be true to you.

Shut out distractions,
Focus our minds
On your immense love
Constantly pouring
Over us from on high;
Rivers in the sky.

Teach us to float
In this living stream,
To be weightless
Though weighed down,
To trust in You
As You want us to.

Revelation 22 (NLT)
“… a river with the water of life, clear as crystal, flowing from the throne of God … “

Transforming

Feet on earth
Head in heaven –
Life suspended between.
Time transfusion
Between two worlds –
Sustained by force unseen.
Everlasting arms
Holding fast –
Anchor in the storm;
You can let go,
You cannot fall –
Now is the time to transform.
Angel wings
‘most fully grown –
Prepares to fly the nest,
He cannot stay
For very long –
God calls him to rest.

(c) wordz2Go July 2018

My nephew’s son Thomas has a terminal genetic condition, ALD. He is just 8 years old and is slowly slipping further away from us.