Wednesday 30 August 2017

The passing of Kia

Sadness as I contemplate a life without you dear Kia
We had you as our precious pet for over 11 years
From pup to mamma; Amy and I will miss you heaps!
As I sit outside the vet's today and cried
I felt so sad that you were gone; I know it's my fault
I should have taken you in sooner...
With tears running down my bawling face 
I looked around and touched your still warm body
The sparrows were in the ornamental plum
It's branches full of pink flowers; swaying in the breeze
My tears were dripping down; my thoughts were flying up!
You were 80 in dog years old I suppose that's not too bad
You were getting a bit fat; just like me!
You were losing your hearing; just like me!
You were losing your eyesight; just like me!
I saw you sitting beside your dinner bowl 
You were always on the prowl; for food; just like me!
God help me; I'm starting to look like you!
An old dog...

29th August 2012

Saturday 26 August 2017

Love at the disco

I saw an old couple at a disco
Quite a few years ago 
Dancing together
Enjoying themselves...
A young woman approached them
Wanted them to leave 
For she was embarrassed...
By their loving display 
Two old, wrinkled people 
How dare they hold hands?
How dare they dance around?
Their age ravaged bodies
A disgusting show...
As I approached that old couple
They assumed I was the same 
Closed minded; prejudiced too
Would I also ask them to leave?
But I only had a few words to say
I told them how beautiful 
I thought it was to see
A loving couple still dancing together 
Openly showing their love
And I told them this also
I hoped one day 
It would also be me 




Compassion

Ah the tears do flow
When we deserve condemnation
But instead
Compassion is shown 

Beach comber

Along the wintery coast
Beside great southern seas
One place I love the most
Crashing waves; fresh breeze
Coloured empty cockle shells
Pieces of dead crabs; claws
Fishing nets; tree limbs, felled
I walked along; stopped; paused
Thought I'd found pink corals too
But this is what I really saw
Seashell covered rocks; true
Footprints of walkers; dog's paws
Washed up; pink ropes; gloves
Bottle tops; all I've seen before
Natures blessed treasure troves
A veritable myriad; creatures galore
Yes; all these and more 
Simple God-given pleasures
There to enjoy; upon stormy shores

Toronto Avenue

Recently...
Drove up Toronto Avenue
Oh dear Lord: I remembered
A terrible time; a sad time
From many long years ago...
Anger, fear, loathing; true
Terrible times between me and you
I'd gone to get a drink
For our little girls
Was a-feared; upset
Hurting; scared of you
I'd asked the deli owner
To call the cops for me
But you threatened to leave me
Drive off with our small girls
I was afraid you were unstable
Your mind was not quite sane
Knew from anger you could not refrain...
That day and night I will ever remember 
Never can I forget that pain...
Your jealousy was all consuming 
Your hurt took over all
Our car was filled with sadness
Vengeance was for what you aimed
We searched for that old address
Though I could not remember it for sure
No luck as we drove around slowly 
It was so many years before...
That night we stayed at the motel
The Grenada on Portrush road
There; my own husband brutally raped me
As our little girls slept next door...


Love is an unconditional committment

Love is an unconditional commitment
To an imperfect person (as you know)
To love somebody isn't just a strong feeling 
It's a decision; a judgement; and a promise
It is a wonderfully blessed connection
It is something that very few actually get to show
My mum and dad were married for over 60 years
They vowed to be together; vowed it to each other
When they were teenagers; aged 16 and 13; I trow
Mum is now gone to heaven; left this earth behind
And dad just keeps on going; missing her; and how!
He told me when I asked him; said he'd never loved before
"She was the my first love; my only love; It's true!!"
Ah how he must miss her; ah how he must be sad...
Yet I know he was ever so thankful that he met her
So blessed that God sent her
To take her place beside him
To love; care for; guide him...

Ah we all do miss her
Lord I wish I could hold her; kiss her; hear her voice again...



Feeling content with this life

How many of us are content with our daily lives?
Are we doing enough to make the most of each day we are blessed with?
Are we content to merely let the days flow by like sand through our fingers?
Consecrate each blessed day unto the Lord and ask for His help if you need it!
Don't just push Him aside and be miserable in your pain and sorrow...
How can He help if we do not ask?
Allow Him in and request His presence with earnest prayer and supplication...
Like a child with a broken toy that needs fixing...
How can He repair something that we will not hand over with complete trust in His abilities?
We are mere humans who cannot possibly understand the way our Lord works...
Cannot hope to understand the way He thinks...
He is the great "I am"; the alpha and the omega...The finisher of our faith...

I have been lost...
I admit it...
I have neglected my prayers...
Have felt depressed and alone
Have allowed myself to stray
Allowed negativity in...

Forgive me Lord for my sadness
Forgive me for moving away from you 
Please dear Lord...I cannot do it alone
I need you each and every moment of the day and night 
Please come back into my sorry heart
Please lift me up again and grant me pardon for my sinfulness

Thank you dear Lord for all you do for me
Amen

24 August 2016

Batten down the hatches

Batten down the hatches
Close all windows; doors
a huge storm is coming
Watch as the rain pours
Hear the winds a howling 
Feel winter's icy embrace
The storm front approaches
Cover up your ears; your face
Check your ropes are sturdy
Ensure your boat's well moored
Battering our southern shores
Farmers bring your lambs in
Take care of your precious stock
Snow falls upon the mountains
Rivers flood their swollen banks
Farmer's crops will bear the brunt
As precious rain fills dams; tanks
Gather together your families
Keep your little children safe
Don't wait till the storm is upon you 
By then it will be way too late...

5 August 2017

Martin Luther and the Waldenzies and Hugenots 2012

Had a wonderful time at church for Sabbath.
Today's lesson was all about people who have 
given their lives in past times so that we now 
are able to worship as we choose 
without being tortured and imprisoned for our beliefs...
Martin Luther; the Waldenzies; the Hugenots...
Because of these martyrs we are blessed 
to be able to keep the Sabbath and congregate
with people who believe as we do...
But for how long will we be able to do this?
Times are getting worse; what we believed in?
The strength of our countries governments...
So many are changing for the worse...
Only Jesus' second coming will set all to rights again!
I await Thy coming in the clouds my dearest Lord
I pray for all who need thy help tonight;
that you will bless us and keep us safe
In these ever-worsening times! 
Amen

4th August 2012

Why worry about life?

Feeling alone in a crowd
withdrawn; introverted
Thoughts straying 
Anywhere but here
Laughter and tears
I'm thinking of my fears
My loss; why the fuss?
I'll miss my mum
When she goes
What about dad?
How will he cope?
Don't even want to go there 
And yet; why should I fret?
What good does it do anyway?
But steal today's joy away
But how can I go on
Like this...
Unsettled; miserable; sad
Worrying about mum and dad
Many have gone this way before
Many will again tomorrow
Life goes on 
Death comes to us all
Ever since Adam's fall
There is nothing to be done
But trust in the Lord God's Son
So...into thy hands
I give it all up
Please dear one
Please take my cup
I cannot bear this pain
Feel like I'm going insane...

2 August 2016

Kaiden's blanket

I was making another blanket
For whom I did not know
Just continued; on-wards
Assured it was the way to go
We had a birthday celebration
For the next weekend; planned
And as I held it closer to me
I could see a little hand...
Reaching out to touch his blanket...
A knowing smile; by the Lord's grace
You see; in my vision; intuition
I had seen his precious face...
Just as in my vision; he did come
Touched my work with his fingers
Said he wanted to take it home
He needed one just like his sister
To curl up beneath upon the couch...
Though I wanted to grant his request
Right there and then; make his day
I said; honey i need to make it bigger
Soon you'll be able to keep it hun
And sit beneath it on the couch dear
I promise you; dear little one...

Old wares from old times

Cleaning out mum's bathroom
In the cabinet I found
An empty bottle of 
Californian Poppy 55 ml
"For the hair and scalp"
Who remembers using this?
Not me: Before my time!
Mum's hair curlers; what a gem!
Also from way back when
She used to wash; curl her own hair
Let it dry; brought a tear to my eye
A garment her mum had made
My grandma Szekeres; hand sewn
A little cotton suit my brother wore
Such a long, long time ago
The elastic long deceased
Wouldn't dear Nagymama be pleased

31 July 2016

Friday 25 August 2017

Egg thieves

Heard the squawking hen 
Loudly protesting; ken?
Danger all around her; witnessed
Crows stealing eggs from her nest
Saw the culprits soaring 
They knew they'd be scoring 
Egg thieves; black birds; raiders!
Oh those opportunists; betrayers!
Those evil Ravens; damnedest!
Egg thieves! Easy prey; no contest! 

Sunday 6 August 2017

Echoes

The house lies empty
No longer a home 
Wooden floors; shining 
Windows; vacant, open
Awaiting someone...
Ghosts only herein roam 
Laughter used to echo
Daily there was fun
Children's voices calling 
As they laughed; run
Kachirii no longer barks there
Chino too is long gone 
Amy is buried in the garden 
Now there is no-one...