Hands Through the Clouds

Life knits an ever evolving pattern
Where you can never be sure
How things turn out,
And no doubt
You’ll lose stitches along the way,
Crooked seams where cracks appeared,
Patches wet from tears,
Emotional times in difficult years,
Double stitches
Where you’ve been helped
By family or friends
Because love amends.

No matter how well you knit
There will always be holes
Where your soul never mends,
Yet heaven extends
Hands through the clouds,
Divine signs,
To warn in advance
Of a change in chance.
Strands of different colours
Intertwine seamlessly,
Knitting the rich tapestry
Of life’s majesty.

(c) wordz2Go Dec 2017
Based on a vision I had of hand reaching down from heaven
Just before my sister died suddenly

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Immanuel

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Kingly presence,
Here on earth:
Immanuel is with us.
The smallest gift,
Meanly wrapped,
Sleep now, husht.
A heavenly King,
In swaddling bands,
Privilege superfluous.
Divine creator,
As helpless babe:
Immanuel is with us.

Majesty unveiled
In an innocent child:
Immanuel is with us.
Unwrapped for all,
The gift that lasts,
Light of the darkness.
The smallest gift,
The greatest present:
Immanuel is with us.
Creator of all there is,
Loved enough,
To gift us Christmas.

(c) wordz2Go Dec 2017

Isaiah 9:6 “For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counseller, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.”

Generosity

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I am nothing
Without your strength,
Life-storms surround me,
Handicap me with mental debris –
Threaten my existence.
But you keep me strong,
Strong enough to keep
Distractions at bay,
Strong enough to survive another day.

I wonder how
Many times you can
Mitigate my mistakes –
Your love embraces
Me from beginning to end.
Your love keeps me strong,
A constant outpouring
Of oil annointing my head,
Generosity of love unbounded.

(c) wordz2Go Dec 2017
23rd Psalm “Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.”

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.”

Despair

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Creator God,
You who made all that ever was, or will be,
How can you can hear my plea –
In the vastness of the universe
With so many unfortunate souls
Also praying to the God of hope,
Just how do you cope?

I am so small, so insignificant,
How can you separate my voice
Dry my tears, supress my fears
And do just the same for everyone else?

You have always been there for me
Now I need you more than ever,
Will you still hear me in my distress?
Is it my faithlessness
That reigns ill fate in my family?

Take it from us Lord,
Tell me what I must do
To regain trust with you.
Miracle making God,
Hear my prayer and
Alleviate this despair.

Copyright wordz2go Oct 2017

Psalm 18:6 “In my distress I called to the Lord;
I cried to my God for help.
From his temple he heard my voice;
my cry came before him, into his ears.”

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.”