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.

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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.’’

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Cerebral AdrenalLeukoDystrophy
Is a dreadful disease
So please, Lord, please,
Explain why it exists,
Why it strikes guiltless children
And why it chose our beautiful, bright boy,
Full of innocence, light and joy.
This is so hard to understand,
We cry out in despair
Because there is nowhere
To hide the fact that
No treatment can mitigate
The effects or the progress,
No treatment to reverse the process.

Disbelief. Denial. Shock.
Robbed of his future
By a genetic abuser,
His parent’s precious child,
Cursed by research failure.
How can this be?
How cruel is life’s reality.
Give them strength Lord,
It’s so incredibly unjust,
Help them face what they must.
We should be able to protect
Our little ones more than this.
As they see their boy fade away,
Help them cope day by day.

(c) wordz2Go Jan 2018

For Thomas, age 8

Psalm 18:6
“In my distress I cried to the Lord: I cried to my God for help.”

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.”

Feeling Raw

Lost in a sea of detachment,
Waves running high around,
Day runs into day,
With fears of running aground.
Time is lost in the telling,
Grief has gripped my soul,
I know you’re safe
Through God’s good grace
But it’s hard to let you go.

Guilt pulls at the anchor,
Threatens to sink the ship,
Your time was clearly close
And yet you died alone.
You slipped away so quietly,
Left us all in shock,
You went home to heaven,
My ship was on the rocks.
Sinking nearly inevitable,
Clinging tight through the ride,
My God has walked beside me,
Carried me through the tide.

Back in shallow water,
With shifting sand beneath my feet,
Grateful that my anchor held –
The storm is near complete.
In calmer seas of nine months on
You’ve birthed me once again
Your love has made me stronger
And I know I can sail on.

Copyright wordz2Go 20 March 2017
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Beth Shalom

img_0599Crucially it tells the story
All should know but still must be told,
Of those who grew not old,
Who fled from fear and intolerance,
Or died horrendous living deaths
When life was cheap,
When no one dared weep.
Cry now as you see photos
And hear personal testimonies
Of truly horrendous stories,
But it won’t do any good –
Only the history exists,
The people are gone
In a hate-filled Armageddon.

Hope spreads from the telling
Of the threat of extremism,
The arrogance of racism,
Hope spreads far and wide
When truth is revealed
Of a time man destroyed man
In a man-made plan.
Danger emerges
In the quest for perfection
Perfected in destruction,
In wholesale death.
Far better to believe
That all are born equal,
Love thy neighbour,
Set not brother against brother.

Copyright wordz2Go Feb 2017
Matthew 22:39
‘Thous shalt love thy neighbour as thyself’.

Inspired by a visit to Beth Shalom:
A Nottinghamshire village
Hosting a Shoah memorial.

Grey Days

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Grey, winter skies,
Depressing, miserableness
Inducing sadness,
Yearning for the touch of the sun,
An absent lover’s embrace,
Well remembered, well loved.

Mood low, spirit low,
Faces pale, fatigued;
Winter’s physical effects.
Swallows flee but I cannot escape
The dark dreary days,
Come lover, revive me.

Copyright wordz2Go 9 January 2015
On yet another grey, East Midlands day in the UK.