My baby wrote me a letter

I asked you for a simple letter
I asked for simple heartfelt words
You wrote the words on paper
You said you'd send it on
I've been waiting for weeks now
It feels like it's been so long
The postman delivered a letter
At last those words have come
In June...on the very last day...
Ah, now, what do those words say?
Though we've been chatting on line
Though we have talked on the telephone
I have these words you've written
I can hold them close to my heart
It has made me so very happy
That I have something heaven sent, at last
Something I can call my own...
I know you touched the paper
I know you held it close
Now at last I have physical proof
That you are no hologram, no cyber spook
A figment of my over-active imagination
No, that you are not...I know
'Cause my baby wrote me a letter
And now I have something to show...

Water

Did one of those Facebook tests just to see
What could it possibly say about me...
I got the element of water to describe
Everything about how I act and how I am
Wow, what an amazing element is water
Strong, yet peaceful quiet and still
Yet it can destroy a mountain if it will...

How to be a mean mother

I heard my grandson call his mother "mean"
I guess he was upset but really it is good
It means that his mother is being tough...
It means his mother is doing what is right
Teaching him manners...demanding: as is her right
That he tell the truth, obey her rules, listen up
If only there were more "mean" mothers and fathers
Those who teach their children well
Teach them about life...show them how to act
Show them how to behave and do what's right...
Stand behind their promises...not back down
Allow through love their children to learn
How to be good little people...good little kids
For in teaching them about life...
God willing as they grow...they will stay out of strife!

Found this paper framed and protected:
A mean mother never allows candy or sweets
To take the place of a well-balanced meal
A mean mother insists on knowing where...
Her children are at all times...
Who their friends are and what they do
A mean mother breaks the child labour law
By making her children work: washing dishes
Making beds, learning to cook and doing
Other cruel and unpleasant chores...
A mean mother makes life miserable...
For her offspring by insisting...
That they always tell the truth
A mean mother produces teenagers...
Who are wiser and more sensible
A mean mother can smile with secret delight
And pride when she hears her own...
Grandchildren call their parents "mean"
What the world needs now are more...
Mean mothers...and fathers...

I'll follow the sun

There's beauty in sunshine
A wonderful blessing in disguise
Just enough for health's sake
Too much will blind your eyes
Vitamin D for bone health
A browning of summer skin
But if you ignore the rules
You will be wallowing in...
Skin cancer is a danger
Here in the land down below
Remember welcome stranger
Time is changing don't you know?
Our ozone once depleted...
Will it return, renew, refresh again?
God only knows if this is so...
We turn away from the truth
We'd rather in ignorance depart
Man has much to answer for
As we ruin the gifts we've got

Escaped the bonds

Did you hear me screaming?
Did you feel the thumping of my heart?
As I heard that you lay dreaming
No longer of this world a part...
My voice cried out in anguish 
My soul cried out in fear...
How could you throw away?
Your precious God-given life so dear
I felt the sudden loss hit me
I felt tremors shaking in my bones
My lungs forgot to breathe a while
My mind: spinning out of control
Body trembling; I absorbed the shock
Brain switched to auto-pilot like a clock
Nothing else that I could do...
As I realised you'd escaped the bonds
That captured you: that held you here
Your soul had given up the ghost
Ah honey the devil stole your life
Just as if it was him who held the knife

Winter Sea

There's a chill in the air

Winter has returned...

Though sunshine glows

A cold wind burns

Waves crashing endlessly

Celebrating their strength

Everything's still the same

Except the day's length

Darkness comes more quickly

Warmth disappears too soon

Even the sun seems sickly

Shadows deepen after noon

I long for the summer sun

I long for that immense heat

The rocks are too cold for me

As I take one for my seat

So roll on winter, get along with you

I want the longer days, stronger days

I need to feel the heat of summer sun

As I long for summer’s return and fun

Saved from guilt and anger

Still feeling the pain of guilt
Still hurting from the anger
So many emotions rising up 
I feel so very much a stranger 
Though life has me in it's grip
At times I feel like it's too much
Yes, I am human and I slip
And find it difficult to live as such...
I know that I am already saved
For Jesus took away my sins
No longer to Satan am I enslaved
I must ever look up to Him...
Dear Jesus, who sustains me

Trolls

Who the hell are trolls?
Why are they such...
Horrible nasty pieces
They delight in hate
They love to denigrate
They are full of spite
Got no time for those
Awful little bits of dirt
They are the scum
That's for sure chum
They should all be...
Spanked a bit...
Maybe if they couldn't sit
Maybe if they felt it
Just like they make others feel
Maybe it would be more real
Trolls should get it back
Just like they do attack
Then they might just...
Maybe they might just 
Understand it...

Suits

Watched a movie years ago
Called "The secret of my success"
Starring Michael J Fox...
In it he worked for his uncle
Starting at the bottom...
Working his way to the top
The "suits" were the upper "class"
At least they thought so
Though I don't know...
What is "class"?
Does that mean you are "better"?
Than the others...
The lower "class"...
To me...it does not seem so...
Just because you dress the part
Does not make you the better class
What about heart?
What about compassion?
What about honour?
What about manners?
What about humility?
What about love for your fellow man?
I don't care how you dress...
To me...I must confess...
It is your attitude to all mankind
That matters...
Not just to your looks...
Your superior air...
Your down your nose stare...
Pride goes before a fall
Did Jesus treat all people so?
He was better than all of us...
Yet, did he create a fuss?
No he treated everyone the same...
With love and understanding
With compassion and humility
He: who deserved better 
Took on the demeanour of a simple man
Taught his disciples to be kind
To love one another...
To be humble...
Oh you suits...
Before you know it...
You will tumble...

Emotional heart monitor

How do you regulate your emotions?
How do you cope with stress?
Are you able to control it all
Or do you suffer terribly?
When you suffer low vibrations...
Those enemies of inner peace...
Can you lift yourself up higher?
Without even skipping a beat?
Your heart and brain communicate
They reverberate within your space
Do you understand the capacity
Of some people: their anger, their hate
If you allow low vibrations to colour your world
You will see everything differently
You will not see the positivity
You will suffer for your angry state
But lift up your heart and brain's vibrations
Allow them to see the brighter side
Let your vibrations rise up, escalate
Your consciousness will be affected
Your gratitude, love and appreciation
Allow your heart to beat out a different tune
Your heart beats out its vibration
The largest electro-magnetic field around
Produced within your own body
It can be measured I'll be bound
The physiological benefits are amazing
Just boost your immune system within
Life is so stressful...it doesn't have to be that way
Lift up your own vibrations...let God in I say!
Consciousness does play a role 
In the creation of our reality...have a better day!

Sir James Jeans...
"The stream of knowledge is heading 
towards a non-mechanical reality.
The universe begins to look more like
a great thought than like a great machine.
Mind no longer appears to be an accidental
intruder into the realm of matter, we ought 
rather to hail it as the creator and governor
of the realm of matter. Get over it, and 
accept the inarguable conclusion.
The universe is immaterial-mental and spiritual"

Three faces of man

The Japanese say we have three faces

The first we allow the world to see

The second only close friends and family

The third we hide from everybody...

Which face do you show everyone?

Which visage do you seek to hide?

Are they different for each person?

Are they hidden to some degree?

Do you act the most in public?

Do you try to be what they...

Actually want you to be...

Respectful and complacent

Happy to work for a little fee

Or do you feel resentful?

For the demands they place

Upon your person

Which face do you let them see?

Do you take your troubles home?

Or do you leave them on your desk?

Why should it be the angry face?

That your loved ones get to see?

Are you mellow and relaxed?

Are you uptight and overtaxed?

Which face do you take home to tea?

Then we need speak of the third face

The one that never sees light of day

The secret face that remains well hidden

Do you ever wish you could get rid of?

That last, inner face...

That face: that only God truly sees...

Waiting for words

She stands at the door
Waiting for the letter
Watching for the postman
To deliver precious words
He promised to write
Promised to set it down
Those words he said to her
Just the other day...
Time stands still
It slowly passes by
And ever she is waiting
For that time to fly away
Will it arrive today?
Will he finally deliver?
The pain she has to cover
As she tries not to cry
Her heart aches inside her
Beating out that tattoo
Her breath sighing...
From her tortured lungs
Her arms aching to hold him
Close to her heart
Where he belongs

Fresh tears

Fresh tears are freely flowing
I thought they'd gone for good
But I guess I was mistaken
For I am experiencing a flood
They flow for my late husband
They flow for my family too
For it would have been his birthday
His 60th: if only he'd been good
But he left us ever so swiftly
Escaped and fled this earth
He was too far gone to recover
Though he could have...
If only he had had more faith
I told him Jesus loved him
I told him to pray unto The Lord
But he listened to that evil tempter
Didn't believe it would do any good

Droplets of colour

Droplets of rain water
On my window pane
Slowly moving downwards
A shining cavalcade...
Single drops in multitudes
Hurrying down my pane
Trickling quickly...
Slowing down and 
Catching up again
Running together in pools
Coloured lights reflecting
Red, green, amber hues
Changing with the traffic lights
Refractions of beauty
As we glide on through

Dancing in the rain

I want to feel the rain drops
Falling down upon my head
I want to understand the way
The droplets splatter and spray
To feel the coolness of water
Chill me the way it ought to
Sprinkling upon my warm skin
Splashing gently: soaking in
Summer rain would be fine
The warmth of water divine
Winter rain would chill me
I want to feel it thrill me
I want to be a little child
Feeling happy: feeling wild
Splashing water with my boots
Feeling triumphant: in cahoots
With nature: two of a kind
Free to wander: free to ponder
The choice would be mine
Ah to be a little child again
Just for a little while...

Better days

Ever think about the better days?

Ever reminisce and wonder?

About how life could have been

Do you ever dream or ponder?

Daydream of magic and miracles...

The possibilities are endless

Maybe even fantastic: stupendous

If you had the chance to change

Some silly thing way back in your life

Would you, could you imagine better days?

Would destiny have taken you up?

Dropped you off into some parallel

Some other, better universe...

Would you have changed?

The mother who gave you birth?

Could you imagine something better?

Some life that was different: to say the least

Would you have suffered under?

Some other mythical crazy beast...

The mind boggles...imagination unleashed

Perhaps...had Adam and Eve not sinned?

Life would have been so magnificent

The Garden of Eden: life eternal

Not this crazy awful life: infernal

Had Lucifer not rebelled against God?

Not sought to lift him-self above...

There would be no pain, no death, no hell

There would be paradise still upon this earth...

Bumper to bumper

Bumper to bumper we drove in the rain
Wondering at the long delays: the traffic jam
Was there an accident? Was somebody Hurt?
We could not tell until we drew closer in
Then we could see those bright lights flashing
Police car, ambulance, fire engine...
People gathered around the mess upon the road
Everybody driving past was feeling thankful
For we were the fortunate ones: the untouched
We were safe from harm once again
We could continue on to our happy homes
Feeling blessed by our dear Lord above
Protected from harm by our dear angels
Knowing that we would be home very soon
Sighs of relief escaping our lungs...
Thank you Lord for taking care of us all
Once again

60 years ago

60 years ago your mother gave you birth
Never did she think as she left this earth
That you would follow so quickly to your end
Had she known? Would it have mattered?
Could she have done anything to change?
Your destiny; your life so full of pain...
Tomorrow is your birthday...too late to say
"I love you, happy birthday, have a great day!"
You chose your path many years ago...
I guess many would say: it was chosen for you
Who knew that losing your dad could be?
Such a terrible catastrophe...at age six
He left you and went upon his way...
A brain aneurysm stole your father that day
He was only 46 years of age...way too young
To die and leave his family to their grief
Too young to feel so burdened by P.T.S.D.!
The years of war destroyed his peace
Never afterwards could he ever be...
The man he was; before conflict stole his days
Nightmares stole his nights away...
Alcohol was the only buffer to keep at bay
Those ghosts of mates: he watched them die
Threw their bodies overboard: into the hungry sea
One by one they left him there: in that boat
Distressed and comfort-less: who could ever see?
The damage done to his mind upon the raging seas
You told me of a few good memories
The sugared toast he made you for breakfast
The ride upon the bicycle with your precious dad
Such a shame there weren't more from your past
Too few the happy memories to be had...
It took a while for you to tell me of your early life
How could I ever imagine such a sad start?
I was lucky I guess: still have both my parents
There was never such pain and stress: I must confess
As I look back upon our long married life...
I see so much sadness: so much strife...
But amongst the bad was plenty of good too
These memories I will remember it's true
I'll leave the sadness there amid the darkness
Rather choose to see the good: regardless
Our children grown to adulthood: you'd be proud
Our grandchildren growing sturdy in the crowd
If you could only see the good things that bestow
The peace of happiness upon me: if you could know?
Anything of life that goes on without you here...
But I know you cannot understand me dear
You are asleep now until we hear that trump
You will awaken and be judged just like the rest
I truly wish you the very best: but be at rest
That time though drawing near...
Is not as yet here: never fear: God is just
He it is who judges us all: not man...
We are all caught up in His magnificent plan...

Pass the torch

If I could live forever
Would I really want to?
Only up in heaven above
That's where I'm going to
For here on earth it's hard
To carry on and on and on
So we pass the torch
To our children...
For them to carry on
Each new generation
Gets to see everything anew
They see the beauty 
In each blessed sunrise
They enjoy the discovery
Of something new each day
Happily going out to search
For something new
To pave their own way
Technology flies forward
Dreams are lived in life
But for us oldies
Everything becomes...
Simply more and more strife
For us it just gets boring
Yes that is absolutely true
And everything is harder 
And harder to do
So pass the torch...
As God intended
Though man was...
Given long life...
Unending...
Sin entered in
Stole away his peace
And now man declines
Just as God demanded

For the love of Alex

She watched him on the television screen
Her favourite actor: the cutest she'd ever seen
Adored him from afar: he was her star
He was looking pale and ill: no longer strong
She watched and wondered what was wrong
Finally she understood: the news was out
They told the whole world: check it out
Needed to find a match: there was a catch
Rare blood type was needed to save him
So she agreed to do the tests: the best
Results returned: good news for all concerned
They were a match: her rare blood type
Was exactly right...thank God it worked
She gave her blood and sent it off
The plane flew up and dropped it off
Success! The transfusion was a relief
The change in him: beyond belief!
He's back at work: loves acting
Thought to send a gift: transacting
She got the cheque in the mail
Sent it back: without fail...
Said to him "I don't want your money
What I did for you...I did for love honey"
She watches him upon the TV screen
The cutest actor she's ever seen
She knows she helped because she could
They are now blood related: that's understood!

For Alex O'Loughlin from Hawaii 5 O

Thalassemia

My dear grandson has Thalassemia Beta
It is a blood disease: Mediterranean origin
He has anaemia, small red blood cells
Has been ill a lot in his first seven years
Now that we know; now that we have a name
Does it make it any easier, is anyone to blame?
I am a carrier, my precious daughter too
It runs in the family I guess, inherited, passed down
There is nothing to be done: get on with our lives
Deal with it: accept it as a fact of life: no choice
No escaping the throw of the dice...
My doctor explained to me over the past few years
My red blood cells were tiny: carried little haemoglobin
Thus I was tired, exhausted: worn out: constantly
He said: if my blood cells were carriages on a train
My engine had fewer carriages and thus
Less oxygen and haemoglobin was taken around
So I was always cold and tired and weak
My circulation was never up to scratch so to speak
Now I realise that I have this disease as well
Had it all my life I guess: Thalassemia: no less
Didn't even know that I was ill, was a carrier
Thought I was one of the luckier ones...

Today's reality

Found a post on Facebook
Thought it was quite absurd
This life we live today is...
A bit ridiculous...have you heard?

We have big houses...
But small families
We have more degrees...
But less common sense
We have advanced medicine...
But poor health
We have touched down on the moon...
But don't know our neighbours
We earn high incomes...
But have less peace of mind
We have high IQs...
But we use our emotions less
We have good knowledge...
But less wisdom
We have a number of affairs...
But no true love
We have lots of Facebook friends...
But no best friends
We have more alcohol...
But less water
We have lots of humans...
But less humanity
We have costly watches...
But no time

Ah Lord what a mess man has made
In seeking to save time and space
We have forgotten to be...
A loving human race

What do I see?

Years ago when my girls were small
They attended a Lutheran primary school
The beauty of their schooling was in part
Precious hymns that they learned for a start
One I recall that we all loved to sing was...
"What do I see?"

What do I see as I gaze down the road?
People are starting to jeer
I see a man who is bearing his load
Wood of the Cross that men fear

Only a short time ago, these people
Greeted this man as their king
Waving palm branches and shouting Hosanna
Making the countryside ring

He had brought healing and often had spoken
Good news that God sets us free
In his disciples new hope is awoken
Faith hope and charity

What do I see as I gaze down the road?
People are jeering ahead
I see a man who is nailed to his Cross
Jesus the victim is dead

What do I see as I look up in prayer?
What makes my heart want to sing?
I see a man who is living forever
Jesus the saviour is king

Frank Parsonage 1965

I see Jesus up in heaven
Looking down upon you
Looking down upon me
Love in His eyes as He watches
Us poor sinners...
Living out our sad destiny...

Share your good news

Share your good news
Tell it to everyone
For it is only thus
That we can see
The reasons for being
Happy
Grateful
Thankful
Blessed...
It is only after
We have confessed
That we will see 
The blessings 
For you and me
Go tell it to your brethren
Go tell it in the street
Yes tell the world 
Of God's many blessings
That, bring you to your feet
Praise Him who made us
Praise Him who saved us all
Remember to thank Him
Yes thank Him for taking our fall

Being thankful

I am thankful for...
1. The taxes I pay...
Because it means I am employed.
2. The clothes that fit a little too tight...
Because it means I have enough to eat.
3. My shadow who watches me work...
Because it means I am out in sunshine.
4. A lawn that has to be mowed,
Windows that have to be cleaned,
Gutters that need fixing...
Because it means I have a home.
5. The spot I find at the far end of the car park...
Because it means I am capable of walking.
6. All the complaining I hear about our government...
Because it means we have freedom of speech.
7. The lady behind me in church who sings off key...
Because it means I can hear.
8. The huge piles of laundry and ironing...
Because it means my loved ones are nearby.
9. The alarm that goes off in the early morning hours...
Because it means I am alive.

This was read out in church the other day
All about being thankful for what we've got
For if we truly think about all these things
We get to realise that life is what we make of it
We can be miserable or we can appreciate it
The choice is ours: it's all about...
How we look at everything that happens to us
The negative or the positive...
The choice is yours...

I am thankful for the sunshine
Because it warms my days
I am thankful for the rain
Because it waters my garden
I am thankful for my children, grandchildren
Because they warm my heart
I am thankful for the birds that sing
Because they brighten my days
I am thankful for the grass that grows
Because it cushions my fall
I am thankful for God above
Because He gave everything for us all

Magnesium oil for pain relief

Unbearable pain is a strain
Drives you crazy once again
Desperation comes along
Anything to dull that ache
Tried so many pain relievers
Refuse to rely on pain killers
They only treat the symptoms
So now we're on the naturals
Herbal teas and all that comes
With simple remedies and creams
But the best by far for me
Has been the pure magnesium oil
Though it stings for a minute
There is definitely something in it
That goes straight to the place
Where all the tension races
Ah blessed relief... For over an hour!

Spirit the black leopard

Animals came from around the world

Rescued from many zoos: insane...

Cramped quarters: bad treatment

Trapped within: who can you blame?

Lions, tigers, cheetahs and all

Responded to their new freedom and love

But the black leopard: resisted: retreated

He would not be the same...

He growled at all comers: hackles raised!

He bristled and persisted...

Those golden eyes: untamed

"Come not near me...

I do not feel at home...

I want no caresses, no love...

Just leave me alone...

I will not play your game..."

No-one could approach him

No-one could get inside

For his ire was relentless

He would never succumb

He bit the hand that fed him

He refused to be handled

His scowls and growls...

Said time and time again

"Just leave me alone!"

She came from far away

Was called to offer aid, insight

She sat beside his cage

Looked within his pained heart

Saw the incredible pain

No-one would believe her

It was simply too much to comprehend

That she could understand his plight

Could offer up a solution

To everybody's delight

He did not like the name they'd given

It was dark and evil; unlike him

"I am not Diabolo...I am not like that

I need to know that I can be

Simply left alone: nothing expected of me

I worry about the two leopard Cubs 

That used be next to me..."

Jurg and his wife were amazed 

How could she know these things? 

This animal empath could understand 

Everything that this leopard claimed

They changed his name to Spirit 

He was happier than ever before 

He actually left his enclosure

Walked around the larger yard

When the two leopard cubs came

They were reunited and peace reigned

Jukani Wildlife Sanctuary, South Africa

Anna Breytenbach animal communicator

Skin to skin a mother's touch

Twins in the hospital
One screaming in pain
The other lying still
Never to breathe again?
Poor mother: stressing
Holds her lifeless babe
Her tears flowing...
As she tearfully cries
His name...
Skin to skin...
She holds him closer
Crying out her pain
The miracle happens
As he cries once again
Her blessed loving touch
Stimulates, awakens...
Brings just enough
Love into the mixture
To re-ignite his tiny flame

Jesus' words

Never a man spoke as Jesus did
Never a man lived as Jesus lived
His words bore with them...
A convincing power...
Because they came
From a heart pure and holy
Full of love and sympathy
Benevolence and truth

Help in daily living
Ellen G White

Everyday religion

More powerful than mere words
Is the eloquence of a man's life
The quiet, consistent life
Of a pure, true Christian...
What a man is...
Has more influence...
Than what a man says...

Help in daily living
Ellen G White

The Sabbath a test of loyalty

We are each on trial
As were Adam and Eve
To see if we can pass
Yes it's true, you see
God is waiting for you and me
To see if He can trust us, 
Will we obey His instructions?
Are we Strong enough to last
Can we be the exception
Of all the peoples: future and past
Just as the Tree of Knowledge
Was placed in the midst
Of that Garden of Eden
So is this placed there for us
In the midst of the Ten Commandments
There is our blessed test
Will we keep the Sabbath?
Will it remain to us?
A wonderful day God blessed?
In Genesis 3:3 God said
"Ye shall not eat of it...
Lest ye die"
Of the Sabbath God said
"Ye shall not defile it, but keep it Holy..."
As the Tree of Knowledge 
Was Adam's test
So the fourth Commandment
Is the test that God has given
To prove the loyalty of His People
Adam's experience was our warning
So long as time shall last
It warns us not to receive
Any assurance
From the mouth of men
Or of angels
That will detract one jot or tittle
From the scared law of Jehovah

[Reformation Herald Aug 30, 1898]
{1 Bible Commentary 1106.2} 

Help me Lord

Last night the pain was awful
Last night: to the pain I succumbed
Couldn't move a muscle
Without an answering cry
Thought I was getting better
Thought I was healing fast
Then I did something awful
Dark shadows were cast
I think I've torn a muscle
Near my shoulder: up above
The fracture's at my elbow
But dear Lord in heaven above
I cried unto my saviour
I cried out into my Lord
"Please" I cried out in darkness
"Dear Lord" I cried out in pain
"I need your help my Saviour"
"Just ease this excruciating pain"
I felt his hand upon me
I felt that blessed peace
As the pain melted away
It was gone: I was released
Thank you my dearest Lord and Saviour
Thank you for sending angels dear
To aid me in my distress
For without his help I fear
I would languish in a tearful mess

Glenelg beach on a winter's day

Glenelg beach on a winter's day
A couple of people walking away
Cloudless skies for a little while
In between the stormy greys
Piles of seaweed gathered round
A few beautiful seashells to be found
Fresh air blowing in from the sea
The perfect place to exercise for me
A little stroll up to the pier: the jetty
Everything is glowing: looks so pretty
The peace of beachside: ah serenity

The promise

I look in the mirror

Don't like what I see

Could this person

Looking back...

Really be me?

I see the tension

The stress in her life

There is sadness

That cannot be denied

Is this sadness?

Ever to end

What is her purpose?

Until her life ends

Is there some power?

Within her soul

Can she escape?

The bonds

That nobody else sees

Her price is paid

She is redeemed

Yet this life is

So much harder

Than she ever believed

Now as she reflects

As she searches inside

There is something special

For she cannot hide

Dear Jesus has promised

To take her home

Just a little while longer

Just need to stay stronger

Then

When two worlds collide

All will be as He promised

Together forever

Eternal life