Boy to man

It seems to me in talking intimately with males I know, there is never a point at which they feel they have become a man.

My point is that I think, at this time, we need to guide young men into manhood.

We are all so busy with our children that we don’t seem to realise their individual needs as far as maturity and beyond. 

We all make mistakes, throughout our lives, even to now, and what I am advocating is some structured rite of passage from boyhood to manhood. 

In ancient cultures, there were initiation ceremonies where they became men from a certain age. 

We need to bring back some of these traditions...

One foot in the grave

It’s sad to admit to failure when

It’s difficult to put the past to rest 

You cannot live their lives for them 

You simply have to let go; the test 

He lived; one foot already in the grave 

Determined to kill himself; hell-bent 

No; I am not being at all brave 

This life lesson is actually heaven sent 

He decided upon his own trajectory 

His was the determination into his descent

We watched; we waited; we debated 

He did as he pleased; wouldn’t listen 

Narcissistic attitude; selfish and rude 

Lost from the terrible start; his life glistened

Of tears and sadness; possible madness 

His brain struggled; constantly drug addled 

Yes; the last few years in shades of grey 

He had surely lost his way; no one could say 

But that he already had; one foot in the grave...

Protective mother quail

Down by the mighty Murray River
Between the river and the southern seas 
Mother quail was working; protecting 
Her precious little babies; from me
Though I am no threat to her 
Though I would love to be her friend 

She was protective of her babies 

Those bushes she hid behind; a godsend 

Saw a shiny black snake lurking 

Seeking something to devour 

I prayed mother quail would succeed 

Keep her babies safe for many a long hour 

Smile through the tears

Got to smile through the tears 
For you know, all through the years 
God is with us, to allay our fears 
He has saved us all...
By taking our sins to the cross
He has already suffered for our loss 

17 March 2015

Around the world in 99 days

I sent the parcel early 

Aiming for Christmas time 

Hoping and a praying 

It would certainly arrive (on time) 

Tracking said they’d got it

Then it said “no way!”

I guess they got that wrong 

What more can I say?

Couldn’t find the address 

Couldn’t deliver it they said 

So it was sent around the world 

What a blasted mess! 

It’s been to Chile my darlings 

It almost got to you... 

Then it went flying off to France 

To Italy too; given half a chance 

Finally, it landed in Japan; on the way 

Oh, that really made my day...

Well it got back this morning

Much battered; fragile to say the least 

So I repacked every Christmas present 

Added a few birthday gifts too

And now; guess what? 

I’m sending it all back to you!

God willing it will make it

God willing it will fly true 

All the way to Chile my darlings 

All the way to you! 

Tuesday 10th March 2020

Living through the maze of life

There is always a beginning 

There will always be an end 

But stumbling through the rest 

Is going to be the real test 

So many little byways 

So many twists and turns

Don’t forget those roundabouts 

Or those crazy swinging burns 

Our lives never follow straight lines 

They ever seem to bend...

As we go on living we discover 

To our life’s very end...

7th March 2020

Always long and winding

Always long and winding 

Always a blessing to arrive 

This long journey called life 

Through pain, suffering we strive...

4th March 2016