We loved to watch movies together
That's what Tim enjoyed the most
His family all together under one roof
Relaxing in that huge lounge room
In "City Slickers" Billy Crystal's character
Mentions how when he couldn't talk
With his father: they talked "baseball"
That was what kept them communicating
During the awkward times: we all have them
Times when we bond together over difficulties
Remembering past times we had together
For us it was the "Movie game"
We would think of quotes from our favourites
The others would have to guess the movie
That's what worked for us: no matter what!
Tim and Nana loved "The Quiet Man"
With John Wayne and Maureen O'Hara
We watched that movie many times
This week I recalled her words
"I need to have my things around me
To comfort me: to keep me happy!"
That's exactly how I felt: I needed my things
To balance me in this time of upheaval
It all feels so crazy: so surreal: so nightmarish
I just want to wake up and go back to "normal"
I just want to go home and find him sitting in his chair
Just like old times: just like normal times!
Monday 31 March 2014
Mum's happy smiles
My mum doesn't smile much anymore
Who could blame her anyway: poor dear
Leukemia has stolen away her smiles
She is exhausted by every little thing
Cannot sleep at night: this is her life
But I recall a time long ago
When I saw evidence of happiness
Those photos from Hungary
She was smiling and happy then
Visiting her precious family so far away
Yes I have evidence of better days
Younger days when time was lighter
When smiles came easier to us all
She has always been a fighter: still is
But this battle will steal her away
I have to watch her as she declines
Over time I will become sadder: yes I will
Oh dear Lord please help me bear it
Though I wish there were another way
I understand her stubbornness
I know her through and through
She was always the tough one
Had to be that way: dad was the softie
So mum had to be the tough one
No choice: it was just so!
Last time I visited: I felt physically ill
Anxious: as I drove that long distance
Wondering if there would be visible signs?
Wondering if I would see a difference?
A weakness in her stance: at a glance
Would she be less than she has been?
I had to step back and think on it
I had to realise that I cannot change her life
It is all in my dear Lord's hands
I just have to take it as it comes
Trusting in God's divine plans
All I have are my prayers for my mum
After all: it is "God's will be done!"
Who could blame her anyway: poor dear
Leukemia has stolen away her smiles
She is exhausted by every little thing
Cannot sleep at night: this is her life
But I recall a time long ago
When I saw evidence of happiness
Those photos from Hungary
She was smiling and happy then
Visiting her precious family so far away
Yes I have evidence of better days
Younger days when time was lighter
When smiles came easier to us all
She has always been a fighter: still is
But this battle will steal her away
I have to watch her as she declines
Over time I will become sadder: yes I will
Oh dear Lord please help me bear it
Though I wish there were another way
I understand her stubbornness
I know her through and through
She was always the tough one
Had to be that way: dad was the softie
So mum had to be the tough one
No choice: it was just so!
Last time I visited: I felt physically ill
Anxious: as I drove that long distance
Wondering if there would be visible signs?
Wondering if I would see a difference?
A weakness in her stance: at a glance
Would she be less than she has been?
I had to step back and think on it
I had to realise that I cannot change her life
It is all in my dear Lord's hands
I just have to take it as it comes
Trusting in God's divine plans
All I have are my prayers for my mum
After all: it is "God's will be done!"
A dream of daddy
Vanessa was crying
She'd had a dream
A dream of her daddy
We were all at Sedan
Dad lying on the blue carpet
Head towards his favourite chair
Up on his elbow
I was next to him: head upon his belly
We were all laughing and smiling
Shelley and Michael play-fighting
In the background
She looked at dad and remembered
He was gone: saw his hands and face
Said: "dad you died!"
"How could you leave us?"
He said "I'm sorry!"
Just like he used to say it
They cried together and he held her
"It's okay" he said
Smiling that familiar smile
Like this was his way of saying "goodbye"
She'd had a dream
A dream of her daddy
We were all at Sedan
Dad lying on the blue carpet
Head towards his favourite chair
Up on his elbow
I was next to him: head upon his belly
We were all laughing and smiling
Shelley and Michael play-fighting
In the background
She looked at dad and remembered
He was gone: saw his hands and face
Said: "dad you died!"
"How could you leave us?"
He said "I'm sorry!"
Just like he used to say it
They cried together and he held her
"It's okay" he said
Smiling that familiar smile
Like this was his way of saying "goodbye"
Friday 28 March 2014
Three weeks
It's been three weeks
Since you left us
Days and nights unending
Seems like I'll wake up
From this living nightmare
But it just goes on and on
I want to tell you that I miss you
I want to say how much I care
But life goes in unending
And I know you cannot hear
So honey this is for you my darling
I love you and will forever
Even though you are no longer with us
Even though you are no longer here!
Since you left us
Days and nights unending
Seems like I'll wake up
From this living nightmare
But it just goes on and on
I want to tell you that I miss you
I want to say how much I care
But life goes in unending
And I know you cannot hear
So honey this is for you my darling
I love you and will forever
Even though you are no longer with us
Even though you are no longer here!
Thursday 27 March 2014
Where were you?
I was worrying about everything
Stressed about what others would think
Always feeling less than perfect
Always feeling second class: treated like that
Then she called and upset me even more
Felt like I was being blamed: for everything!
I guess I've always felt like that: less that human
I cried and tried to explain but it was useless
Then I got angry: how dare she lay the blame?
What right had she to make me feel thus?
That righteous anger held me up
Where were they when he was crying?
Where were they when his heart was breaking?
Where were they for the many years gone past?
They didn't want to know him when he lived!
They didn't want to talk of or listen to his pain!
Now what right have they to judge our family?
None whatsoever! Leave us alone to mourn!
We stood by him when he was hurting!
We wiped his tears when he cried!
We loved him all through these difficult years!
Where were you?
Stressed about what others would think
Always feeling less than perfect
Always feeling second class: treated like that
Then she called and upset me even more
Felt like I was being blamed: for everything!
I guess I've always felt like that: less that human
I cried and tried to explain but it was useless
Then I got angry: how dare she lay the blame?
What right had she to make me feel thus?
That righteous anger held me up
Where were they when he was crying?
Where were they when his heart was breaking?
Where were they for the many years gone past?
They didn't want to know him when he lived!
They didn't want to talk of or listen to his pain!
Now what right have they to judge our family?
None whatsoever! Leave us alone to mourn!
We stood by him when he was hurting!
We wiped his tears when he cried!
We loved him all through these difficult years!
Where were you?
Sunday 23 March 2014
Seagulls
Where ever I wander
The seagulls abound
Ready to swoop upon
Any food at hand
Their keen eyes wide open
Just like their hungry beaks
The seagulls abound
Ready to swoop upon
Any food at hand
Their keen eyes wide open
Just like their hungry beaks
On the beach Victor Harbour
I sit: perched upon a rock:
Still as the stones around me
Allowing the waves to ease my mind
Feeling the warmth of the March sun
A cooling breeze upon my face
My hair gently blowing to and fro
The sounds of surf gently breaking
Granite Island to my right
Alone with my God and natural beauty
Peace re-entering my tortured mind
Surely here: alone: I can find
The peace I need: to recharge
Remembering times past
Our family holidays at Victor Harbour
The girls on the camel ride
All of us on the horse drawn tram and
Walking all around Granite Island
Steam Ranger train trip to Goolwa
The horse carriage ride around Goolwa
Staying at the holiday house for a week
Wooden floors echoing our laughter
So many good memories fill my heart
Refreshing my soul with joy instead of pain!
Still as the stones around me
Allowing the waves to ease my mind
Feeling the warmth of the March sun
A cooling breeze upon my face
My hair gently blowing to and fro
The sounds of surf gently breaking
Granite Island to my right
Alone with my God and natural beauty
Peace re-entering my tortured mind
Surely here: alone: I can find
The peace I need: to recharge
Remembering times past
Our family holidays at Victor Harbour
The girls on the camel ride
All of us on the horse drawn tram and
Walking all around Granite Island
Steam Ranger train trip to Goolwa
The horse carriage ride around Goolwa
Staying at the holiday house for a week
Wooden floors echoing our laughter
So many good memories fill my heart
Refreshing my soul with joy instead of pain!
Thursday 20 March 2014
RIP Tim
Rest in peace honey
This world was too harsh for you
You no longer hurt inside
Let your spirit fly up and glide
I know we will meet again
Somewhere far away from here
No pain can touch you now
It is we who hurt for you
Ever will you remain right here
Within our beating hearts and minds
This world was too harsh for you
You no longer hurt inside
Let your spirit fly up and glide
I know we will meet again
Somewhere far away from here
No pain can touch you now
It is we who hurt for you
Ever will you remain right here
Within our beating hearts and minds
Friday 7 March 2014
Crying for your sad life
What can I do but cry for your sad life?
Did you ever have anything but strife?
I guess it all depends on which way you look!
There were hints of gold throughout your grey
Among all that sadness and that strife; tiny glimpses
Yes tiny glimpses of happy smiles
The toast with sugar that your daddy made
The bike ride that daddy took you on
(Though painful upon your poor bottom)
Some days you spent at the Peterborough hotel
Living with your uncle and aunt
Friendship you found along life's trail
The birth of our first precious child
We were happy for a little while
Our second daughter came after we lost Kaiser
He (Kaiser) was a gift from God
The birth of our darling son
So many games we played together as a family
Hide and seek and blind man's bluff
I know your early life was so tough
You lost your dad when you were only six
After that it was like you were on a downward spiral
Taken from your dearest mum
Placed into that orphanage (all right for just a while)
The boy's home took away your sunshine
You ran away time after time
Desperate to get back to your mum
What else did you have to look forward to?
O honey it makes me so sad to think on this
But was there ever any times of bliss?
Dark shadows followed where ever you trod
Sad things that took you far from God
Once you were the one to tell me true
About how the Holy Spirit worked in you
In later years the tables turned
It was me who found my gifts were spurned
I tried to explain God's love to you but
By then your poor fingers were burned
You found it difficult to come back to God
You searched for grace but could not find
Any peace where ever you looked
Though I prayed constantly for your immortal soul
That was no longer your lifelong goal
You grasped at any flimsy straws
Hoping to find some sort of ease but
As I watched your downward slide
How I tried to help halt that awful tide
Did you ever have anything but strife?
I guess it all depends on which way you look!
There were hints of gold throughout your grey
Among all that sadness and that strife; tiny glimpses
Yes tiny glimpses of happy smiles
The toast with sugar that your daddy made
The bike ride that daddy took you on
(Though painful upon your poor bottom)
Some days you spent at the Peterborough hotel
Living with your uncle and aunt
Friendship you found along life's trail
The birth of our first precious child
We were happy for a little while
Our second daughter came after we lost Kaiser
He (Kaiser) was a gift from God
The birth of our darling son
So many games we played together as a family
Hide and seek and blind man's bluff
I know your early life was so tough
You lost your dad when you were only six
After that it was like you were on a downward spiral
Taken from your dearest mum
Placed into that orphanage (all right for just a while)
The boy's home took away your sunshine
You ran away time after time
Desperate to get back to your mum
What else did you have to look forward to?
O honey it makes me so sad to think on this
But was there ever any times of bliss?
Dark shadows followed where ever you trod
Sad things that took you far from God
Once you were the one to tell me true
About how the Holy Spirit worked in you
In later years the tables turned
It was me who found my gifts were spurned
I tried to explain God's love to you but
By then your poor fingers were burned
You found it difficult to come back to God
You searched for grace but could not find
Any peace where ever you looked
Though I prayed constantly for your immortal soul
That was no longer your lifelong goal
You grasped at any flimsy straws
Hoping to find some sort of ease but
As I watched your downward slide
How I tried to help halt that awful tide
Gone to God
He's gone to God
Left his body behind
No longer does he struggle
No longer does he cry
No longer does he ask why?
We who are left behind: struggle
We who are left behind: cry
We who are left behind: ask why?
Why did you do it?
Why did you leave us?
Why did you have to go?
We tried to help you!
We begged you to change
We did all we could to move you
But you could not help it
You could not entertain a life so strange
You said you were too old
You said you were too tired
Everything was such an effort
Too difficult to even contemplate
So you took the only path you had
Could not imagine anything else
While we who remain will mourn you
For the rest of our sad and weary days
Left his body behind
No longer does he struggle
No longer does he cry
No longer does he ask why?
We who are left behind: struggle
We who are left behind: cry
We who are left behind: ask why?
Why did you do it?
Why did you leave us?
Why did you have to go?
We tried to help you!
We begged you to change
We did all we could to move you
But you could not help it
You could not entertain a life so strange
You said you were too old
You said you were too tired
Everything was such an effort
Too difficult to even contemplate
So you took the only path you had
Could not imagine anything else
While we who remain will mourn you
For the rest of our sad and weary days
Wednesday 5 March 2014
Spent
Spent, empty, drained
It's all gone and yet
There's still so much pain
He's mad at me once again
Though I tried I could not make him see
Told him of my deepest hurts
He just dismissed them as naught
Only cares about his own reality
No real love for me
True colors shining through
Says he loves me: that's not true
Well let him fume
I'm done
I'm gone
I'm out of here!
It's all gone and yet
There's still so much pain
He's mad at me once again
Though I tried I could not make him see
Told him of my deepest hurts
He just dismissed them as naught
Only cares about his own reality
No real love for me
True colors shining through
Says he loves me: that's not true
Well let him fume
I'm done
I'm gone
I'm out of here!
Look at my hands
I dreamt again of bygone days
You were beside me all the way
We went together up familiar roads
I showed you where you were born
I asked you if you could see my hands?
I looked upon them as I turned around
Searching for some familiar ground
The land was empty as I wandered
You were beside me all the way but
You were no longer that little babe
My dearest daughter how much you've changed!
You were beside me all the way
We went together up familiar roads
I showed you where you were born
I asked you if you could see my hands?
I looked upon them as I turned around
Searching for some familiar ground
The land was empty as I wandered
You were beside me all the way but
You were no longer that little babe
My dearest daughter how much you've changed!
All these years
All these years
My words
Have fallen
Upon deaf ears
All these years
My tears
Have fallen
Upon my cheeks
All these years
My sighs
Have ascended
Up to my Lord
All these years
My worries
Have held me
Hostage to my fears
All these years
My feet
Have stumbled
Along my path
All these years
Your love
Has carried me
Nearer to Thee
My words
Have fallen
Upon deaf ears
All these years
My tears
Have fallen
Upon my cheeks
All these years
My sighs
Have ascended
Up to my Lord
All these years
My worries
Have held me
Hostage to my fears
All these years
My feet
Have stumbled
Along my path
All these years
Your love
Has carried me
Nearer to Thee
Monday 3 March 2014
Birds of a feather
Do birds of a feather flock together?
Do they congregate when times are tough?
They live outside in nature: in the rough!
See them flying around in that azure sky
Ever always wheeling among the clouds
Pigeons, Galahs, Crows and Magpies
Sparrows, eagles, hawks and swallows
Birds follow the seasons: within reason
They swoop and glide: upon air currents
Seeking shelter from life's storms
Keeping to their familiar flight paths
Having fun; frisking under sun: taking baths
Any water available is theirs for the taking
They do not need to ask permission
God gives them everything they need!
Yes! Everything is provided: God sees!
Do they congregate when times are tough?
They live outside in nature: in the rough!
See them flying around in that azure sky
Ever always wheeling among the clouds
Pigeons, Galahs, Crows and Magpies
Sparrows, eagles, hawks and swallows
Birds follow the seasons: within reason
They swoop and glide: upon air currents
Seeking shelter from life's storms
Keeping to their familiar flight paths
Having fun; frisking under sun: taking baths
Any water available is theirs for the taking
They do not need to ask permission
God gives them everything they need!
Yes! Everything is provided: God sees!
Child molesters: the devil at play
Ever wondered why a man would do such stuff?
Molesting little children; calling their bluff
Threatening to hurt them or their loved ones
Treating them as if they had no moral rights!
Targeted: in their sights! In the firing line
Defenceless! Poor little children I understand
Innocence taken as if it was their bloody right
Well one day soon you'll get your just deserts
For God will take His vengeance: just wait & see
Then who will feel like their life has turned?
Who will wish their days on earth were spent?
That fiery furnace is all that you will have for sure!
With that evil one who tempts: you will endure!
Molesting little children; calling their bluff
Threatening to hurt them or their loved ones
Treating them as if they had no moral rights!
Targeted: in their sights! In the firing line
Defenceless! Poor little children I understand
Innocence taken as if it was their bloody right
Well one day soon you'll get your just deserts
For God will take His vengeance: just wait & see
Then who will feel like their life has turned?
Who will wish their days on earth were spent?
That fiery furnace is all that you will have for sure!
With that evil one who tempts: you will endure!
A life of loss
He has had a life of loss
Lost his father: lost the gloss
Taken from his dear old mum
Tossed into that boy's home chum
He suffered greatly don't you see
That poor little boy: don't pity me!
Felt deserted: broken in twain
Thought he would rather die: in pain
When that sore grew upon his lip
He hoped that his life would slip
Away! Yes he prayed that he would die
That's what he thought: I tell no lie!
What can one expect when life becomes
A loveless one: a sad existence; undone
This is how he survived that sad clime
Thinking only of his mum: biding his time!
A harsher existence I could not face
Left defenceless in that terrible place!
Lost his father: lost the gloss
Taken from his dear old mum
Tossed into that boy's home chum
He suffered greatly don't you see
That poor little boy: don't pity me!
Felt deserted: broken in twain
Thought he would rather die: in pain
When that sore grew upon his lip
He hoped that his life would slip
Away! Yes he prayed that he would die
That's what he thought: I tell no lie!
What can one expect when life becomes
A loveless one: a sad existence; undone
This is how he survived that sad clime
Thinking only of his mum: biding his time!
A harsher existence I could not face
Left defenceless in that terrible place!
The power of love: God's gift
This powerful thing: God's gift
It encompasses all: is swift
It is like an arrow to the heart
It is of our lives: the greatest part
I do not lie: just look me in the eye!
Without love we dwindle and die!
Love is the greatest gift of all
It is greater than a thunder storm
Hear my heart beating out its love
Sent to us from heaven up above
Just as God loves us: sent His son
We must love one another: pass it on!
It encompasses all: is swift
It is like an arrow to the heart
It is of our lives: the greatest part
I do not lie: just look me in the eye!
Without love we dwindle and die!
Love is the greatest gift of all
It is greater than a thunder storm
Hear my heart beating out its love
Sent to us from heaven up above
Just as God loves us: sent His son
We must love one another: pass it on!
On the beach at Largs North 1985
I walked along that stormy shore
Taking stock: needing to explore
So many sea shells to inspect
So much of nature to collect & store
My baby grew inside: what's more!
This blessed exercise: so necessary
To my state of mind: kept me well
Helped me to be kind: internalised
Kept me grounded: kept me sane
I felt that blessed joy because I knew
That one day very soon: I'd meet you!
My beautiful little girl: sorry my love
Thought you were a boy: called you Fred
How was I to know I'd get my first precious girl?
We left everything up to our Lord
Knew you'd grow in grace; inside that place
That beautiful cocoon: my womb!
Taking stock: needing to explore
So many sea shells to inspect
So much of nature to collect & store
My baby grew inside: what's more!
This blessed exercise: so necessary
To my state of mind: kept me well
Helped me to be kind: internalised
Kept me grounded: kept me sane
I felt that blessed joy because I knew
That one day very soon: I'd meet you!
My beautiful little girl: sorry my love
Thought you were a boy: called you Fred
How was I to know I'd get my first precious girl?
We left everything up to our Lord
Knew you'd grow in grace; inside that place
That beautiful cocoon: my womb!
Lost in thought
We used to catch the bus to high school
It was an arduous journey: every day
I remember enjoying the drive to Loxton
I could look out the window at the scenery
Loving the beautiful lagoon just past Moorook
Every day it was the same: day in day out
Same road: same scenery: same lagoon
I would day dream as we drove along
Imagining how I would love to live elsewhere
On another farm: somewhere near that lagoon
Chasing sheep up the road in those paddocks
Yes! Anything was better than what we had!
Yes! I would day dream of having a little boat
Enjoying fishing from it on long summer days
So much time to dream as that bus drove along
All year long: every day we drove along
From Kingston-on-Murray to Loxton!
It was an arduous journey: every day
I remember enjoying the drive to Loxton
I could look out the window at the scenery
Loving the beautiful lagoon just past Moorook
Every day it was the same: day in day out
Same road: same scenery: same lagoon
I would day dream as we drove along
Imagining how I would love to live elsewhere
On another farm: somewhere near that lagoon
Chasing sheep up the road in those paddocks
Yes! Anything was better than what we had!
Yes! I would day dream of having a little boat
Enjoying fishing from it on long summer days
So much time to dream as that bus drove along
All year long: every day we drove along
From Kingston-on-Murray to Loxton!
Death of a dream 2012
The
last couple of weeks have been so grey. Death at 18 years seems so unfair! My
son is distraught. Our tears have fallen and our cries have risen to the Lord
above. How hard to reconcile the feelings of loss for the one we loved. So
difficult to think that the death of a soul so far away (in the Philippines
I’d
gotten to know this lovely young woman. Even dreamt of her coming to Australia
May
the dear Lord comfort all those who mourn, wherever they be all over this great
world in which we live. I grieve with you all and pray for all our hearts to
find some semblance of peace in the near future.
Stormy life
When I was just a little girl
I remember thinking about the world
Would I be pretty? Would I be smart?
Would I fall in love and marry my prince?
Would I be happy? Would I be sad?
So many questions that little girl had!
I was never afraid of storms back then
I was a confident little child: before I went wild
Yes before I went wild in my teens: not really!
(But it does rhyme doesn't it?)
This storm and strife takes many a life
Before they've even begun: yes it is sad
That too many are bad rather than good
Well I'd rather be different: never the same
I 'd rather be someone who tried the game
Even if I never got to the very end!
Yes I'd rather be a little bit naughty & nice
Without any real vice: yes I'd spend
My time happy not sad: enjoying life to the hilt
Without any of that guilt: yes just let me bide
By that beautiful seaside: gathering shells
I guess that would be fun: under the sun
There: as I walk along that tempestuous beach
I would dream of some far distant reach
Where my true love would dwell: under heaven not hell
Yes there I could be everything a little girl could be!
I remember thinking about the world
Would I be pretty? Would I be smart?
Would I fall in love and marry my prince?
Would I be happy? Would I be sad?
So many questions that little girl had!
I was never afraid of storms back then
I was a confident little child: before I went wild
Yes before I went wild in my teens: not really!
(But it does rhyme doesn't it?)
This storm and strife takes many a life
Before they've even begun: yes it is sad
That too many are bad rather than good
Well I'd rather be different: never the same
I 'd rather be someone who tried the game
Even if I never got to the very end!
Yes I'd rather be a little bit naughty & nice
Without any real vice: yes I'd spend
My time happy not sad: enjoying life to the hilt
Without any of that guilt: yes just let me bide
By that beautiful seaside: gathering shells
I guess that would be fun: under the sun
There: as I walk along that tempestuous beach
I would dream of some far distant reach
Where my true love would dwell: under heaven not hell
Yes there I could be everything a little girl could be!
Too many Sues
Growing up at high school
There were 5 of us in my class
Sue's that is: yes too many Sues!
So one was Susan, another was Susanne
The third was Suzanne another Sue
And I was Suzie: just to be different!
At my daughter Shelley's year 7 graduation
Six of the seven mum's were called Sue
Way too many Sue's! That's for sure
I guess: that at some period in our lives
We will meet many more people with our names
But this is ridiculous! Too many Sue's!
There were 5 of us in my class
Sue's that is: yes too many Sues!
So one was Susan, another was Susanne
The third was Suzanne another Sue
And I was Suzie: just to be different!
At my daughter Shelley's year 7 graduation
Six of the seven mum's were called Sue
Way too many Sue's! That's for sure
I guess: that at some period in our lives
We will meet many more people with our names
But this is ridiculous! Too many Sue's!
Olive picking at the Frenchman's
A vivid memory suddenly came floating back to me
Mum and dad picking olives at the Frenchman's property
They used to travel to New Residence: part way to Loxton
There they had a job picking olives: yes for the Frenchman
One was called Pierre I think: maybe: can't recall exactly!
My best friend's mum & dad worked there as well: I remember
My uncle had a fruit property some where nearby too
Wow! I never thought these bits would come back to me!
Mum and dad picking olives at the Frenchman's property
They used to travel to New Residence: part way to Loxton
There they had a job picking olives: yes for the Frenchman
One was called Pierre I think: maybe: can't recall exactly!
My best friend's mum & dad worked there as well: I remember
My uncle had a fruit property some where nearby too
Wow! I never thought these bits would come back to me!
Feeling anxious
I was feeling anxious just the other day
As I was heading up to visit my mum
Don't really know why I felt that way
I guess I was just feeling a little glum
My heart was pounding: needlessly
Butterflies fluttering round in my tum
Stress and worry: not a good combination!
I'm sorry if I seem a little bit down & out
But it's just that I'd like to scream & shout
Dear Lord I cannot bear to feel this way
Help me please my dearest Lord I pray!
Please dear Lord heal my precious mum
Take her illness from her please I pray!
You promised to hear us: answer our prayers
I take hold of your Bible promises!
As I was heading up to visit my mum
Don't really know why I felt that way
I guess I was just feeling a little glum
My heart was pounding: needlessly
Butterflies fluttering round in my tum
Stress and worry: not a good combination!
I'm sorry if I seem a little bit down & out
But it's just that I'd like to scream & shout
Dear Lord I cannot bear to feel this way
Help me please my dearest Lord I pray!
Please dear Lord heal my precious mum
Take her illness from her please I pray!
You promised to hear us: answer our prayers
I take hold of your Bible promises!
Sunday 2 March 2014
Life is like a drum
Life is like a drum: beating out our daily rhythm
Everything is beautiful: every breath is giving
Heart beats; blood rushes: skin heats: face flushes
The rhythm of life is constant: it beats: never ending
The breakers upon the beach: cascading onto shore
The seasons of our earth: continuing on forever more
All creatures great and small: following the seasons
Every living thing: God made it all: everything has a reason
He made the brightest summer day: the darkest night too
Every star that shines above: to be our guiding light: it's true!
God thought of all the things: we could never hope to understand
For he knew we would feel so blessed just to be around
He made the cascading waters: sent them rushing to the seas
Just as he made all living things: the birds, the honey bees
The polar bears so white: he made to survive on ice floes
He made the elephants to struggle with heavy loads
The golden lions he made to feed upon the dying things
Many different animals; in every shape and size: to bring
Praises to the Lord above: thanking Him for making all living things
Yes our dear Lord made us all: gave us life in His very image
Just to show us how much He loves: how loving He truly is!
Everything has a purpose beneath our fiery glowing sun
Our dear Lord knew we would appreciate: everything He has done!
Life's drum
From the beginning there were drums,
beating out world rhythm-
the booming, never failing
tide on the beach
the four seasons:
gliding smoothly, one from the other
when the birds come
when they go
The bear hibernating
for his winter sleep
unfathomable the why
yet all in perfect time
Watch the heartbeat in your wrist
-a precise pulsing beat
of life's drum.
Jimalee Burton
Cherokee
Everything is beautiful: every breath is giving
Heart beats; blood rushes: skin heats: face flushes
The rhythm of life is constant: it beats: never ending
The breakers upon the beach: cascading onto shore
The seasons of our earth: continuing on forever more
All creatures great and small: following the seasons
Every living thing: God made it all: everything has a reason
He made the brightest summer day: the darkest night too
Every star that shines above: to be our guiding light: it's true!
God thought of all the things: we could never hope to understand
For he knew we would feel so blessed just to be around
He made the cascading waters: sent them rushing to the seas
Just as he made all living things: the birds, the honey bees
The polar bears so white: he made to survive on ice floes
He made the elephants to struggle with heavy loads
The golden lions he made to feed upon the dying things
Many different animals; in every shape and size: to bring
Praises to the Lord above: thanking Him for making all living things
Yes our dear Lord made us all: gave us life in His very image
Just to show us how much He loves: how loving He truly is!
Everything has a purpose beneath our fiery glowing sun
Our dear Lord knew we would appreciate: everything He has done!
Life's drum
From the beginning there were drums,
beating out world rhythm-
the booming, never failing
tide on the beach
the four seasons:
gliding smoothly, one from the other
when the birds come
when they go
The bear hibernating
for his winter sleep
unfathomable the why
yet all in perfect time
Watch the heartbeat in your wrist
-a precise pulsing beat
of life's drum.
Jimalee Burton
Cherokee
The Spiral dance
Life is a balance: we are always on a limb
Balancing for our very lives: life is an upward climb
Crawling out of childhood: walking into adulthood
As we grow older we may bend a little: stagger maybe
But always we travel onward and upward: toward the end
Life is a spiral dance: we are always on the move
We travel around this circle: weaving in and out: in our groove!
Life is just a dance: we choose the rhythm and the tempo
Everything goes on as we expect: unless we let it go
Illness is the stride breaker: ill-health the death knell to our happy lives
So if we are able to stay healthy: if we can continue on
Then there are so many blessings to be delivered: to receive
For God gives us an even balance sheet: he sets us on our feet
That we might meet our maker: eventually sit at His blessed feet
Yes life is a beautiful dance: follow that fantastic beat
Dance until your day is done: enjoy every day you greet!
Earth Mother, star mother
You who are called by a thousand names
May all remember we are cells in your body
And dance together.
You are the grain and the loaf
That sustains each day
and as you are patient with our struggle to learn
So shall we be patient with ourselves and each other
We are radiant light and sacred dark - the balance
You are the embrace that heartens
and the freedom beyond fear
Within you we are born, we grow, live and die-
You bring us around the circle to rebirth
Within us you dance
Forever.
Starhawk
Balancing for our very lives: life is an upward climb
Crawling out of childhood: walking into adulthood
As we grow older we may bend a little: stagger maybe
But always we travel onward and upward: toward the end
Life is a spiral dance: we are always on the move
We travel around this circle: weaving in and out: in our groove!
Life is just a dance: we choose the rhythm and the tempo
Everything goes on as we expect: unless we let it go
Illness is the stride breaker: ill-health the death knell to our happy lives
So if we are able to stay healthy: if we can continue on
Then there are so many blessings to be delivered: to receive
For God gives us an even balance sheet: he sets us on our feet
That we might meet our maker: eventually sit at His blessed feet
Yes life is a beautiful dance: follow that fantastic beat
Dance until your day is done: enjoy every day you greet!
Earth Mother, star mother
You who are called by a thousand names
May all remember we are cells in your body
And dance together.
You are the grain and the loaf
That sustains each day
and as you are patient with our struggle to learn
So shall we be patient with ourselves and each other
We are radiant light and sacred dark - the balance
You are the embrace that heartens
and the freedom beyond fear
Within you we are born, we grow, live and die-
You bring us around the circle to rebirth
Within us you dance
Forever.
Starhawk
Saturday 1 March 2014
Circle of life
Everything's a circle.
We're each responsible for our own actions.
It will come back.
Betty Laverdure
Ojibway
The circle of life is never ending
It continues on and on: ceaseless
We are all caught up in this movement
We are never really still: it is relentless
It moves on regardless: we are but a tiny molehill
For these mountains have been here forever
Man is but a grain of sand: blown about
Ever changing just as is the undying wind
We think we are all powerful but in reality
We are but a nuisance: like a tiny flea
For though we might bite the dog we're on
We are just another tiny thing that clings
To this precious beautiful, magnificent earth
Yes; we are but an inconsequential thing
For the earth is ever & will be always: king!
We're each responsible for our own actions.
It will come back.
Betty Laverdure
Ojibway
The circle of life is never ending
It continues on and on: ceaseless
We are all caught up in this movement
We are never really still: it is relentless
It moves on regardless: we are but a tiny molehill
For these mountains have been here forever
Man is but a grain of sand: blown about
Ever changing just as is the undying wind
We think we are all powerful but in reality
We are but a nuisance: like a tiny flea
For though we might bite the dog we're on
We are just another tiny thing that clings
To this precious beautiful, magnificent earth
Yes; we are but an inconsequential thing
For the earth is ever & will be always: king!
Civilization
Too many concrete towers
Too many bitumen roads
Too many days spent apart
From God's natural woods
See how man is never still!
He is ever seeking to find
But does he ever find that?
Which he surely cannot understand
Among the city streets of hardship
Among those massive concrete towers
There is no heart left inside him
There is no natural affinity for life
He is always on the move: closer unto strife
He forgets how to reclaim life
He forgets how to relax
Everything is about rushing
Towards the end of time
Poor silly man: when will you understand?
Peace is like a river: it never stops the flow
You must find that peace within you
But do you know where to go?
"When the buffalo are all slaughtered,
The wild horses all tamed,
The secret corners of the forest
Heavy with the scent of many men
and the view of the ripe hills blotted
by the talking wires.
Where is the thicket? Gone!
Where is the eagle? Gone!"
Chief Seattle Squamish/ Duwamish
Too many bitumen roads
Too many days spent apart
From God's natural woods
See how man is never still!
He is ever seeking to find
But does he ever find that?
Which he surely cannot understand
Among the city streets of hardship
Among those massive concrete towers
There is no heart left inside him
There is no natural affinity for life
He is always on the move: closer unto strife
He forgets how to reclaim life
He forgets how to relax
Everything is about rushing
Towards the end of time
Poor silly man: when will you understand?
Peace is like a river: it never stops the flow
You must find that peace within you
But do you know where to go?
"When the buffalo are all slaughtered,
The wild horses all tamed,
The secret corners of the forest
Heavy with the scent of many men
and the view of the ripe hills blotted
by the talking wires.
Where is the thicket? Gone!
Where is the eagle? Gone!"
Chief Seattle Squamish/ Duwamish
Worship
My body is my temple
Where-in my dear Lord dwells
It is to be kept holy
For here the Holy Spirit swells
Right here inside my heart: here
This is where I ask Him to come
Where ever I may wander
Where ever I may roam
We are always united: together
Right here in this simple home
I need to be close to nature
I need to feel close to my Lord
I am closer to Him whenever
I am outside in the sunshine
Feeling the earth beneath my feet
This is where I can feel Him
This is where we connect
As I surrender to my maker
I am ever welcomed home!
"The Indian loved to worship.
From birth to death he revered his surroundings.
He considered himself born in the luxurious lap
of Mother Earth and no place to him was humble.
There was nothing between him and the Big Holy.
The contact was immediate and personal and
the blessings of Wakan Tanka flowed over
the Indian like rain showered from the sky."
Luther Standing Bear (1868-1939)
Oglala Sioux Chief
Where-in my dear Lord dwells
It is to be kept holy
For here the Holy Spirit swells
Right here inside my heart: here
This is where I ask Him to come
Where ever I may wander
Where ever I may roam
We are always united: together
Right here in this simple home
I need to be close to nature
I need to feel close to my Lord
I am closer to Him whenever
I am outside in the sunshine
Feeling the earth beneath my feet
This is where I can feel Him
This is where we connect
As I surrender to my maker
I am ever welcomed home!
"The Indian loved to worship.
From birth to death he revered his surroundings.
He considered himself born in the luxurious lap
of Mother Earth and no place to him was humble.
There was nothing between him and the Big Holy.
The contact was immediate and personal and
the blessings of Wakan Tanka flowed over
the Indian like rain showered from the sky."
Luther Standing Bear (1868-1939)
Oglala Sioux Chief
Air conditioned comfort
The elderly struggle through the summer months
Too hot to handle in any event: their time is spent
At the large shopping centres: enjoying the cool
Let some-one else cover the expense: they cannot
So it is that they congregate at these centres: enjoying
The serenity that is provided: it is not coincidental
It is preferential to sitting at home in the stifling heat
They come together for some peace & quiet
Catching up on their newspapers: their reading
Able to survive the searing summer heat: inside
Returning home at day's end when cooling breezes
Finally do descend: blowing in from the nearby seas
Yes that is how it is: when summer heat sears their homes!
Too hot to handle in any event: their time is spent
At the large shopping centres: enjoying the cool
Let some-one else cover the expense: they cannot
So it is that they congregate at these centres: enjoying
The serenity that is provided: it is not coincidental
It is preferential to sitting at home in the stifling heat
They come together for some peace & quiet
Catching up on their newspapers: their reading
Able to survive the searing summer heat: inside
Returning home at day's end when cooling breezes
Finally do descend: blowing in from the nearby seas
Yes that is how it is: when summer heat sears their homes!
The joy of giving
What a wonderful joy it is to give!
To give of our time and love
To give of Jesus' love: He gave for us
This gift of precious life: ours to live
His blood flowed for us: to save us
From our many terrible sins!
We need to share His precious gifts
We need to daily read His words
This is our present: our gift!
We must teach our children
From a young age: to enjoy giving
For it teaches them the joys of happiness in giving!
"It was our belief that the love of possessions
is a weakness to be overcome.
Its appeal is to the material part; and if allowed its way
it will in time disturb one's spiritual balance.
Therefore, children must early learn the beauty of generosity.
They are taught to give what they prize the most
that they may taste the happiness of giving."
Ohiyesa (Dr. Charles Eastman)
Santee Sioux
To give of our time and love
To give of Jesus' love: He gave for us
This gift of precious life: ours to live
His blood flowed for us: to save us
From our many terrible sins!
We need to share His precious gifts
We need to daily read His words
This is our present: our gift!
We must teach our children
From a young age: to enjoy giving
For it teaches them the joys of happiness in giving!
"It was our belief that the love of possessions
is a weakness to be overcome.
Its appeal is to the material part; and if allowed its way
it will in time disturb one's spiritual balance.
Therefore, children must early learn the beauty of generosity.
They are taught to give what they prize the most
that they may taste the happiness of giving."
Ohiyesa (Dr. Charles Eastman)
Santee Sioux
Peace between all people
If peace is the absence of war?
Why are there so many still dying?
If we could just understand each other?
Couldn't we finally seek that solution?
The solution to all earth's problems!
The solution to all our pain & sorrow!
The solution is right here in all our hearts!
It is called love: God's love as He intended
God's love as it was given: for you & for me!
If only we could all just reach out to each other
If only we could just see the good in all mankind
Living by God's laws: it would then be a true peace!
"Brothers and sisters: we bring to your thought
and minds that right minded human beings seek
to promote above all else the life of all things!
We direct to your minds that peace is not merely
the absence or war, but the constant effort to
maintain harmonious existence between all peoples
from individual to individual, and between humans
and the other beings of this planet. We point out
that a spiritual consciousness is the path to survival
of humankind."
The Haudenosaunee Declaration 1879
Why are there so many still dying?
If we could just understand each other?
Couldn't we finally seek that solution?
The solution to all earth's problems!
The solution to all our pain & sorrow!
The solution is right here in all our hearts!
It is called love: God's love as He intended
God's love as it was given: for you & for me!
If only we could all just reach out to each other
If only we could just see the good in all mankind
Living by God's laws: it would then be a true peace!
"Brothers and sisters: we bring to your thought
and minds that right minded human beings seek
to promote above all else the life of all things!
We direct to your minds that peace is not merely
the absence or war, but the constant effort to
maintain harmonious existence between all peoples
from individual to individual, and between humans
and the other beings of this planet. We point out
that a spiritual consciousness is the path to survival
of humankind."
The Haudenosaunee Declaration 1879
Obtain by love
"Why do you take by force what you could obtain by love?"
Powhatan
Why does man have to take everything?
And give nothing in return?
Why does man need to conquer?
Instead of living to learn?
If we could only see inside another's heart?
Wouldn't it be more beautiful to explore?
Their thoughts, feelings; by asking them?
Rather than think them useless: to be ignored!
God's Rainbow garden
God planted a beautiful garden
Many different blooms fill the garden beds
The colours of the rainbow: every where you look
So it is with mankind upon this earth
We are these blooms; we fill this world
We are many and varied: a riot of colours
Just as God planned: a diversity in His shed
We follow our traditions: we think we are the best
But if we were to look behind it all
It is God's magnificence we would see
For everything returns to Him: yes to God
He made us all to His magnificence
To be a colourful crown upon his head
We are the jewels in His amazing crown
The children of His promises: He loves!
"We are all flowers in the Great Spirit's garden.
We share a common root, and the root is Mother Earth.
The garden is beautiful because it has different colours in it.
Those colours represent different traditions and cultural backgrounds."
Grandfather David Monongye
Hopi
Many different blooms fill the garden beds
The colours of the rainbow: every where you look
So it is with mankind upon this earth
We are these blooms; we fill this world
We are many and varied: a riot of colours
Just as God planned: a diversity in His shed
We follow our traditions: we think we are the best
But if we were to look behind it all
It is God's magnificence we would see
For everything returns to Him: yes to God
He made us all to His magnificence
To be a colourful crown upon his head
We are the jewels in His amazing crown
The children of His promises: He loves!
"We are all flowers in the Great Spirit's garden.
We share a common root, and the root is Mother Earth.
The garden is beautiful because it has different colours in it.
Those colours represent different traditions and cultural backgrounds."
Grandfather David Monongye
Hopi
Rainbow people
We are a rainbow people
We are all made of God
If we cut our hands we bleed
The very same colour blood
Though some have light skin
Though some have light skin
Some have yellow, red or dark
Inside we are all the same
We each are given that same spark
Though some have blue eyes
Some have green, brown or grey
We each see the colours of the rainbow
We each shed tears of pain
We are a rainbow people
We are the same inside
Our hearts beat for one another
Our hearts beat out in love!
“That hand is not the colour of your hand
But If I pierce it I shall feel pain.
The blood that will follow from mine will
Be the same colour as yours.
The Great Spirit made us both!”
Luther Standing Bear (1868-1939)
Oglala Sioux Chief
Under my skin
Under my skin: a heart lays beating
Under my skin: blood races round
Under my skin: I am alive and loving
Under my skin: I feel your power
Under my skin: You live within me
Under my skin: Your love abounds
It doesn't matter: what my colour!
It doesn't matter: what my race!
It doesn't matter: what my inclination!
It doesn't matter: we are the same!
It doesn't matter: For God made us!
It doesn't matter: in God we trust!
"The colour of skin makes no difference.
What is good and just for one is good
and just for the other, and the Great Spirit
made all men brothers!"
White Shield
Under my skin: blood races round
Under my skin: I am alive and loving
Under my skin: I feel your power
Under my skin: You live within me
Under my skin: Your love abounds
It doesn't matter: what my colour!
It doesn't matter: what my race!
It doesn't matter: what my inclination!
It doesn't matter: we are the same!
It doesn't matter: For God made us!
It doesn't matter: in God we trust!
"The colour of skin makes no difference.
What is good and just for one is good
and just for the other, and the Great Spirit
made all men brothers!"
White Shield
The black hills
I looked upon our blackened hills
Felt the sadness: took its fill
The fires of summer burnt so brightly
Taking everything within its path
Now life returns to those hills above me
All is covered with a greenness
Every living thing is God-given
Every growing thing will return
Just watch and wait; you will see them
Growing back a little stronger
Growing back just as God intended
When He designed and made us all!
"The Black Hills are the house of gold.
We watch it to get rich!"
Little Bear
Though there is no "gold" in these hills
To me they are just as precious
For I love to watch them breathing
To me they are a sight to behold!
I feel the richness of God's bounty
I see their beauty every day
Yes to me they are golden
As I watch the sunset colours play!
Felt the sadness: took its fill
The fires of summer burnt so brightly
Taking everything within its path
Now life returns to those hills above me
All is covered with a greenness
Every living thing is God-given
Every growing thing will return
Just watch and wait; you will see them
Growing back a little stronger
Growing back just as God intended
When He designed and made us all!
"The Black Hills are the house of gold.
We watch it to get rich!"
Little Bear
Though there is no "gold" in these hills
To me they are just as precious
For I love to watch them breathing
To me they are a sight to behold!
I feel the richness of God's bounty
I see their beauty every day
Yes to me they are golden
As I watch the sunset colours play!
Listen to their voices
Listen to their little voices
Hear that of which they would speak
For before you know it: time passes
Those little voices will be as the wind
Did you hear them laughing?
Did you hear them cry?
Everything passes within a moment
Do not let the laughter pass you by!
"Listen! Or your tongue will make you deaf!"
Cherokee saying
Hear that of which they would speak
For before you know it: time passes
Those little voices will be as the wind
Did you hear them laughing?
Did you hear them cry?
Everything passes within a moment
Do not let the laughter pass you by!
"Listen! Or your tongue will make you deaf!"
Cherokee saying
Old trees in a forest
Getting old should be a blessing
Think of all those things you've learned
Everything you have loved: the laughter
Should be reverenced and held dear
For no-one else may hold those memories
No-one else may understand that journey
Unless you share those memories
Yes share them with love and laughter
Share them with your families!
"There is a dignity about the social intercourse
of old Indians which reminds me of a stroll
through a winter forest."
Cochise: Chiricahua Apache
Think of all those things you've learned
Everything you have loved: the laughter
Should be reverenced and held dear
For no-one else may hold those memories
No-one else may understand that journey
Unless you share those memories
Yes share them with love and laughter
Share them with your families!
"There is a dignity about the social intercourse
of old Indians which reminds me of a stroll
through a winter forest."
Cochise: Chiricahua Apache
Speak your words with love
"Be careful when speaking.
You create the world around you
With your words!"
From the Navajo
Every word you utter
Every word you speak
Can do a world of wonder or
Shatter the hearts of the weak
So think about those words you utter
Think upon the impact they may have
Wouldn't it be better darling
To speak your words with love!
You create the world around you
With your words!"
From the Navajo
Every word you utter
Every word you speak
Can do a world of wonder or
Shatter the hearts of the weak
So think about those words you utter
Think upon the impact they may have
Wouldn't it be better darling
To speak your words with love!
Indians (in dios)
Christopher Columbus simply
Called the natives of America
"un gente que vive en dios"
"A people who live in God"
They lived simple lives: living with God
Prayed and honoured God
Honoured everything that God gave
Used every thing to the utmost
Nothing was wasted: ever
Honoured their elders
Highly esteemed their women & children
Taught them love, compassion, honour
I honour their ways: their lives!
I would be "en dios": "indios": in God
I would be honoured to be called an Indian!
Called the natives of America
"un gente que vive en dios"
"A people who live in God"
They lived simple lives: living with God
Prayed and honoured God
Honoured everything that God gave
Used every thing to the utmost
Nothing was wasted: ever
Honoured their elders
Highly esteemed their women & children
Taught them love, compassion, honour
I honour their ways: their lives!
I would be "en dios": "indios": in God
I would be honoured to be called an Indian!
Come and see
As a teen I heard Russell Morris sing
"Come and see the real thing: come and see!"
Well it's my turn to tell everybody: come and see!
Come and see the real thing come and see!
It is Jesus who saves: it is Jesus who lives
Right here inside of me: come and see!
I am here to tell my story: here to spread the word
That Jesus has the glory: Jesus: of the world: He is Lord!
"Come and see the real thing: come and see!"
Well it's my turn to tell everybody: come and see!
Come and see the real thing come and see!
It is Jesus who saves: it is Jesus who lives
Right here inside of me: come and see!
I am here to tell my story: here to spread the word
That Jesus has the glory: Jesus: of the world: He is Lord!
Feeding the hungry
There is a hunger of the heart
A desperate yearning need
To find that which is lost them
A search for love: guaranteed!
Jesus would have us feed them
Jesus would send us to their aid
Yes it is for Jesus' words they hunger
Yes it is Jesus' love they crave!
A desperate yearning need
To find that which is lost them
A search for love: guaranteed!
Jesus would have us feed them
Jesus would send us to their aid
Yes it is for Jesus' words they hunger
Yes it is Jesus' love they crave!
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