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.’’

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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.’’

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”

Life Rescheduled

Please follow the link to read Thomas’s story and donate

https://www.justgiving.com/crowdfunding/thomsstory

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My nephew Jamie with his son Thomas at his 8th Birthday Party

Sit down
Pour yourself a drink
And think
About your life:
Work, career, progression,
Holidays, family, pension.
All mapped out,
Planned and lived,
Fully maximised.

Plan rescheduled –
Your son rewinds at eight,
Re-evaluate,
Your world becomes
Memory-making, indecision,
Crying-at-night, anxiety-ridden.
Life changes forever
As a child’s grip
Is loosened.

(c) wordz2Go Jan 2018

 

Thomas Meacham

https://www.justgiving.com/crowdfunding/thomsstory

Please read and share and donate if you are able to.  Thomas is my nephew’s son, just 8 years old and has been diagnosed with an incurable brain disease.  Our family is devastated.  This page has been put together by his school friends to help him and his parents.  We all want him to have an awesome time while he can.

Thank you

 

 

Waxing Lyrical

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My holy relationship
Waxes and wanes
As if the moon’s gravitational pull
Controls me from its domain,
Bursts of enthusiasm
Are tempered by less effectiveness
When my Christianity
Hides behind my humanity,
When I focus more on my needs
Rather than the needs of others –
Until the moon cycles again
And holy focus is regained.

Copyright words2Go April 2017

Soul Colours

If –
Souls were coloured
And all could see,
What colour would mine be?
Would it be coloured differently
From Monday through Sunday?

Or –
Would my soul reflect my mood:
Some days somber and black,
Unable to crack the dark;
Some days, truly black,
Hard to get back on track.

Maybe –
My colours will get brighter
As my faith grows,
As seeds that were sowed
Mature and show
A happier coloured soul-photo.

Copyright wordz2Go April 2017