Friday 26 April 2013

Waking up (a limerick)

I woke wondering where I was,
My eyes looked up and the ceiling held me,
I shifted to my side, back aching just because,
Looking out my window, why is it not the sea?
My mind thought back to the past,
I hunger for breakfast,
Is it time to get myself out of bed?
6:15am my clock rang angrily,
I reached out and thought better than smashing it,
The bed held me like a piece of cloud,
Yet I wonder if I've grown old as I toss about,
My pastor told me he is older,
That may be true, but we shall keep that a secret,
I finally got up rubbing my eyes clear,
Bowed my head and prayed to God,
Asking what humor he has in store for me,
A tale for another time or perhaps not.

Thursday 25 April 2013

Striving for that impossible

Light that never fades,
Life that does not wilt,
Striving for the impossible,
Lacking as we stumble in guilt.

Mourning as our loved ones pass,
Screaming on our follies flawed,
Striving for the impossible,
Questioning the purpose, oh help me God!

In our struggle for direction,
What purpose is there to seek,
Striving for the impossible,
In Christ, do I beseech.

Yet it was said to me so very clear,
A passage that stirs my heart,
"I am the resurrection, and the life",
Walking forward on the promise of such,
Seeking the impossible?
Nay, for I shall tell you now,
For thought I may fail or doubt,
As I look up above the clouds,
My heart sings like a choir loud,
Striving for THAT impossible is what this is all about......

Wednesday 17 April 2013

Family

Family, simple in word,
Never in meaning,
To the son that honors his mother,
To the daughter that loves her father,
Love flows, never ceasing,
That which the Lord has given,
None may separate,
For in all the world,
Never should it be said,
A parent would ever forsake....

Friday 12 April 2013

Dedicated to Yiye & Jasmine

She came in the night,
Songs sung and friends around,
Yet it beckons to her sight,
She tuned its strings and hums to the sound,
Fingers caressing as she held it tight,
Familiar to the touch as her heart softens,
Like an old friend that she had never forgotten,
Voices on high as she sings to the crowd,
To the harmony of the chords she played,
In the Lord will she always be proud,
For all that it is said,
The Lady and her Guitar,
What a sight, what a joy as I watched on from afar........

Tuesday 2 April 2013

Driven purpose

To run, to soar, to go, determined to act,
Holding on to that which we must,
Never looking back,
Towards a God driven purpose..........