Look Forward

Look forward
Not back –
Stop building walls,
Grab life by the balls,
Dive in and float
While you figure out
What’s next,
Adapting your stroke
To the boulders you meet,
Glide over them with disdain
Allowing the pain
To leave you
Immune to defeat.
Set your course
Avoiding those
Who pull you down,
Grind you into the ground,
Travel on,
Do all the things
You planned to do,
Be you.
Joy and happiness
Are a witness
To living life
Gloriously fulfilled.
This is my plea
For 2020:
Look forward,
Not back,
May the waterfalls
Inspire you,
To swim without fear,
Enjoy your year.

(c) wordz2Go 31 Dec 2019

My Life-Sea

Tomorrow I will be baptised –

You, Lord, are my rock
In a turbulent sea,
In the highest waves
You reach out to me,
You whisper in my ear
That I’m strong in you
And I know
You won’t leave me
Drowning in life’s sea.

You’ve shown me, repeatedly,
That trust in you
Is repaid ten-fold,
You always hold
My head above water,
When my burdens
Pull me down,
Before I hit the ground,
You reach out to catch me.

However bad the day,
Every day is new with You,
With your love and strength
At work within me
I face the future
Unafraid, unashamed
To praise my forever-God
Who absolved me,
I will sing your praise unending,
Ten thousand years,
Then for evermore.

(c) wordz2Go Mar 2018

Psalm 103 King James Version (KJV)
‘’Bless the Lord, O my soul: and all that is within me, bless his holy name.’’


Emasculated Dragon

Welsh Tourist Board take note!  The left hand sign shows a real dragon!!

Poor pathetic excuse for a dragon,
An artistic impression, no doubt –
Looks like he’s suffered a drought!
“Impossible” you say,
With the rain in Wales
But have you seen the poor dab –
Shrunken and withered without
His magnificent head
Or his mighty wings and not a claw in sight,
You’d drive right past him at night!

Symbols have meaning
But this one has none,
Oh dear, oh dear, what have you done?
An emasculated dragon,
A shadowful wraith
Who’s lost more than he’s won,
Put our dragon back on patrol:
Let’s remind one and all
By flying him high on our signs with pride,
This is the land where dragons reside!

(c) wordz2Go Feb 2018

I have always loved waving to the dragon on my visits home but this new sign, which has been there a good while, has finally made me crack! This poor representation is to be found as you approach Monmouth – Bring back a real dragon!

Day Trip – Hastings


I walked for hours along the shore
On a gloriously sunny day,
From Rockanore to the pier and back
And twice around the town.
Fishermen on the end of the pier
Nodded a cheery salute,
Permitted my presence to watch their skill
With rod and line and bait.

I sat a while and watched them work,
Drinking in the sun,
Glimpsing the waves beneath my feet
Enjoying this winter seaside treat.
The sun broke down in a watery hazy
As it slowly sank to the sea
And I thanked the Lord for this sunny day
And the sea-shore healing scene.

copyright wordz2go January 2017
Hastings, Sussex, UK

Go forth …..


I stood on holy ground,
Trod in the steps of early saints
On Lindisfarne,
Stood where the altar stood,
Marvelled at the rainbow arch
Stubbornly defeating the years,
And the harsh north eastern weather.
Mid-October with an icy wind
Keening across the site –
Picture the monks in open-toe sandals
Striding about, serving God
In a far-flung outpost of humanity
With just a single fire in the warming room
As a nod to bodily comforts.
The ghosts of the saints linger here
To welcome you
To what is still a house of God.
We may not praise in Latin
Yet we worship together
With all the saints above
And all the company of heaven;
They lead us still,
Their work not yet complete.
Crossing the causeway comfortably by car
I thought of them
Walking, carrying Cuthbert shoulder high
And doubted if I could have been
So committed.
They believed and because they believed
I believe today,
Brought up in a faith established
Long ago on a small island
Set in the North Sea.
Lindisfarne: long may you continue to lead
The faithful here on earth
And in heaven.

Copyright wordz2Go Oct 2016
Matthew 28:19

Cup of Tea Time

I’ve been to the NEC today
My legs are feeling knackered
My throat is dry, my feet are sore
I’m pretty cream crackered.
I want to get home now,
Put my feet up, have some tea,
But I’m stuck on a bus in a sea
of traffic, crawling along the M69,
ebbing tantalisingly close to where I need to be,
Yet the traffic flow is so damn slow,
I could walk home faster; If only I could master
The secret of getting off a moving bus without creating any fuss and just disappear silently, like Dynamo.
‘Where did you go?’ they’d say to me
And I’d just smile sweetly
And tweet from home beside my fire, happy as Larry
Home and free, with my cup of tea.

Copyright wordz2Go 15 November 2013