Lent 2017: Prayer Power

IMG_0614

When I am low,
I turn to you for support
To get me through the bad days:
Never yet have you failed me.

Your promises are worth more than gold,
You are with me always
And worthy of praise.
Your love shines more than diamonds
Glittering in the sun,
I bathe in your glory
Transmitted through the power of prayer.
You know what I want to say
Even when I cannot articulate it
And your patience with me is astounding,
Prayer has no time limit
Nor any geographical boundaries,
There is no place where you are not,
Never yet have you failed to be with me
In any situation,
You are mine and I am yours,
To the end of time.

Copyright wordz2Go March 2017
Psalm 23:4 ‘Yea, though I walk in the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil, for Thou are with me.’

Prayer for Peace

img_0594

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’

Day Trip – Hastings

img_2659

I walked for hours along the shore
On a gloriously sunny day,
From Rockanore to the pier and back
And twice around the town.
Fishermen on the end of the pier
Nodded a cheery salute,
Permitted my presence to watch their skill
With rod and line and bait.

I sat a while and watched them work,
Drinking in the sun,
Glimpsing the waves beneath my feet
Enjoying this winter seaside treat.
The sun broke down in a watery hazy
As it slowly sank to the sea
And I thanked the Lord for this sunny day
And the sea-shore healing scene.

copyright wordz2go January 2017
Hastings, Sussex, UK

Sofa-Surfing

Where will the current flow
In the new year tide,
Will I slip unsupported
Down the rapids of life,
Will I struggle with worry and strife?

It’s possible to drown
On a bright sunny day
When you’re screaming on the inside
And you’re ready to implode;
Inner-peace self-torpedoed.
Your face remains impassive
While your mind races on
Computing possibilities
Of things that could go wrong;
Must this torment go on?

I’ll try to go with the flow
In the new year tide,
Focus on breathing and learn how to float
As I sofa-surf the world
With my sails unfurled.

Copyright wordz2go Jan 2017

Ruth 1:16 KJV “Wither thou goest, go I.”

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

Bed Waiting

Inane drivel invading my head,
Waiting for a hospital bed –
Eleven hours, the TV so loud,
So ridiculously high up the wall
Impossible for all
But a giraffe to watch said TV.
Many people coming and going,
All in distress, all with no choice
But to wait till late
In the hope of being seen.

In the midst of this chaos
A man comes in,
Plugs his phone in the wall
And in front of us all
Is selling phones on the NHS
Explaining tariffs and options,
Unconcerned at unethically
Using NHS electricity
To run his mobile operation –
Perhaps he’s in the right place after all!

I report it so staff
Can eject this riff-raff,
But just then he moves on,
I can only assume
To a quieter room!
After a very long wait
Our vigil is ended,
And Hubby’s surrendered to a bed.
Walking the corridors late at night
Is eerie,
My eyes are bleary
And I’ve yet to drive home.

NHS chaos
Seen at first hand:
The care is amazing,
The treatment is fine
But the real Frankenstein
Is bed waiting.

Wordz2Go Oct 2016