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.

Easter 2018

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You lived to die
For higher gain,
By cross and nails
Earthly slain,
King of heaven,
Died for me,
Easter Day preordained.

You didn’t act as expected
As a Messaih should,
Yet, you went where you were sent,
As you knew you would,
Willingly submitting
For a greater good:
Love laid down life for me,
Something only you could.

Oh death,
Where is your victory?
For then, oh Lord,
You rose for me,
You died yet live
Inviting me
To live for evermore!

John 11:25

“I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die.”

(c) wordz2Go Apr 2018

 

Good Friday 2018

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You bled,
Death defying deity,
Magnificent intimacy
Of God upon a cross,
Dying unconditionally,
For us.
Your love,
Alive in perpetuity,
Grace endlessly
Streaming to earth
Through history,
For us.

I marvel
At your magnanimity,
At the continuity
Of your presence
When we
Deny you.
You never
Relinquish responsibility,
Despite unlikely possibility
Of contrition from
Your creativity
Today.

(c) wordz2Go Mar 2018

Matthew 28:20

“And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.”

 

My Shadow

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Can’t be parted
From my side:
Lies beside me
Every night.
Snuggled down
Atop my bed,
My pseudo-baby
Wriggles and wriggles,
Pushing ever higher
To reach her goal
Of head on my pillow,
Nose in my face
In a doggy embrace.

I feel her
Stepping carefully
Between limbs
Changing her spot
Reverently, quietly,
Never disturbing me:
This girl is just perfect.
Whenever I wake
Whether early or late,
She will be waiting
For me to move,
Never waking me,
Just adoringly,
Next to me.

(c) wordz2Go Mar 2018

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.’’

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.’’

Victim

Lord, it hurts,
Really hurts
To see Thomas
In a wheelchair,
He’s just eight
And fate
Is claiming
A victim –
Has taken
His mobility
Already.
Time.
Lord, I’m begging for more,
Leave the door
Open a while longer
Let him walk, and run
Climb, have fun,
Be the child he should be,
Indefinitely.

(c) wordz2Go Mar 2018

Indelicately Squiffy

Lyn age 6 holding me at my christening 

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Just to sing:
“Happy Birthday!”
And hear you say everything’s OK.

But phones don’t work
From earth to heaven,
So I’ll raise a glass,
Blink back the tears,
And say “cheers”
Instead.
You’re in your world
And we’re in ours,
The lives we live
Are different now
But somehow
Connected.
I’ll have a G ‘n T
And remember
Drunken cooking
In L’Orangerie
Indelicately
Squiffy.

Enjoy your day in every way,
“Happy Birthday!” Sis –
I’ll still sing,
But I can’t ring.

Much love, Ang XX

(c) wordz2Go Feb 2018

My sister would have been 63 on 26th February

Doggy Heaven

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Does heaven do dogs?
I wish I knew,
I’d build a canoe
For Kitty and me
‘Cos she likes to be
Right by my side,
She’d enjoy the ride,
Paddling together
All the way,
A week and a day,
To the narrow gate
Where St. Peter stands
With keys in hand,
A cup of tea for me and
A treat for my doggy!

(c) wordz2Go Feb 2018