Channelling

This Christmas will be different,
For the first time I am without
Both Mam and my sister,
The well-trod-familiar,
Visiting routines
Are redundant
But hard to
Revise.
I must
Adjust to
This life change
But it will take time.
For this Christmas I will
Focus on the good memories
Channel all of that positive energy,
Be as Christmassy as I possibly can be.

(c) wordz2Go Dec 2017

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Four Weeks On

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Emotionally drained from the strain,
The pain of losing you,
Still stunned at the suddenness
Of your departure:
Death lay claim while life was still so full
And years lay yet ahead,
Years of richness,
Of French-Welshness,
Family celebrations and
Grand-children-time.
Who knows what wonders you now see,
Whether earthly memories
Are part of heavenly existence
Or eclipsed by God’s radiance
In the magnificence
Of a place we cannot be.
Rest in peace my sister, in this holy land –
And while you see God face to face
I know He’s still holding my hand.

(c) wordz2Go Dec 2017

John 10:28
“I give them eternal life, and they will never perish, and no one will snatch them out of my hand.”

No Regrets

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Its often said we are the sum of our parts,
So where to start with Lyn:

Loving wife and inspiring mother,
Best friend and a husband’s lover,
Mother-in-law and doting Nana,
Eldest child and oldest daughter,
Light of her mother’s eye,
Father’s arms swinging her high,
Niece and granddaughter
To both Phillips and Cooks,
Crossword solver, devourer of books,
Aunt to some, cousin to more,
Patient teacher and staff mentor,
Red wine drinker, gentle peace-maker,
Francophile, bride in this aisle,
Husband beside her with loving smile.
From a sweet little girl with golden ringlets
To a life full lived, no regrets.

None of this may be new to you –
But on top of all this
She was our big sister,
And I’ll miss her, in the years ahead.
I thought we’d grow old
Like Mam and her sisters,
Go batty together,
Drink gin and tonic, measure for measure,
Grow wrinkly and crinkly,
Be the old folks at family parties,
Gossiping on in our eighties and nineties.

Nos dda, sleep tight,
Rest your soul in heaven’s height
And when the time is right
I’m confident we’ll meet again.

 

(c) wordz2Go Nov 2017

Romans 2 v 6-7
“God will repay each person according to what they have done. To those who by persistence in doing good seek glory, honour and immortality, he will give eternal life.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Unfinished Promises

My sister collapsed and died suddenly from sepsis two weeks ago.
I’ve struggled to make sense of this.
These are my thoughts:

 

Bad things happen,
Whether you’re bad or good,
Old or young,
Or even in between,
Though who decides
And over-rides these settings
Is a mystery;
For who is truly good when ALL
Fall short of the glory of God,
And who can be so bad
Forgiveness cannot solve?

Good or bad, life can hurt,
Yet I cannot conceive,
Refuse to believe,
In a God of ultimate goodness
Plotting disease and misery
As a character-building activity.
Yet – my sister was good,
So why didn’t our omnipotent,
Mountain-moving God intervene,
Make life like a glossy magazine,
Why didn’t he heal her?

In the shock of her death
What does faith offer?
The free-will argument invitingly
Offers a theological nicety
Of plausible platitudes,
A sticking plaster of hope
To help you cope.
Equally banal to me is the plan
No-one sees, or knows,
And we the boulders against the flow.

Scarred by life events,
Dismayed and afraid,
Can we allow God to be God,
Or is faith just a fraud?
Are we lost before we begin
Because we can’t allow God in?
He never promised an easy path,
And life is sometimes cruel,
Never promised to solve everything
Asking why, or why not, is futile.

Consider God intervening
In a world overflowing with pain.
Who should gain?
Heal one and leave another,
Heal my sister, ignore your brother?
The end of ALL suffering
Would be the end of ALL.
We only limit God’s benevolence
Through such intimate petition.
A short term perpective
Is far too short sighted.

But if God is with us
Where is He in this?

He is in our response,
Not the disease or event,
He is in our reaction, He is in our torment,
He walks beside, He carries us through,
He’s here in our family, our friends,
He’s here for me and for you.
He has promised there’s more to be
Than the life we see,
Pain and decay will fade away,
There’ll be healing and peace
And all pain will cease.

This promised life-to-be
Makes more sense to me
Than any man-made theory.
My sister left us too soon
It’s not fair, it’s not right,
But I can’t blame God
For she now stands in His sight.
In life we are vulnerable
In death lies is our greatest strength,
To fearlessly stand on eternal ground
Before our God and be crowned.

(c) wordz2Go Nov 2017
1 Corinthians 2:9
“No eye has seen, no ear has heard
What God has prepared
For those who love Him.”

 

 

 

Kit and Me

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Kitty and me
We share fleas,
She snores as she sleeps
And she wriggles round a lot,
She howls if she’s left
And she pees in my veggie plot!
She hides in my shopping bag
To fool nasty coffee staff
And bites naughty children
Just to give her Dad a laugh!
She’s loving and loyal
And eager to please us all,
Eats special chihuahua food,
Drinks no alcohol,
Takes me out walking
But doesn’t like the rain a woof
Needs a Mac and wellies
To make her waterproof!
I love this cwtchy
Long-haired little girlie
Fleas are irrelevant
‘Cos she loves unconditionally!!

Copyright wordz2Go Sept 2017

 

 

 

 

Imperfect Being

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Life would be easier if I were
The perfect wife and mother
With no other
Aim but to serve,
But, I am an imperfect being
In an imperfect world
Where my anger unfurls
Its flag
To fly in your face,
With no thought of remorse,
Until it’s too late.

I am perfectly capable
Of screwing up,
Of a fast gallop
Down the wrong track;
But, as imperfect as I am,
I’m not totally lost,
Though the cost
To my worth
When I stop to reflect,
Often wrecks my peace
Of mind.

Yet God is working in me!
I’m an incomplete project,
Subject to checks
By a God who protects
My imperfect soul
As it strives for protection
Admist self-destruction.
God’s infinite patience
For one such as me
Reflects His perfect
Divinity.

Copyright wordz2Go Sept 2017

Isaiah 43:2 – The Message (MSG)
“But I, yes I, am the one
 who takes care of your sins – that’s what I do.
 I don’t keep a list of your sins.”