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Lilacs for Lucy

 

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Lilacs for Lucy

 

 

Lilacs for Lucy

Blooming so delicately

Nanna didn’t want flowers

Who wants flowers

When you can have a whole tree?

 

A bouquet may be lovely

But as soon as its cut – it’s dying

A tree is the opposite

Growing, breathing

Part of creation, thriving

 

So it’s Lilacs for Lucy

It’s a tree for my Nanna

A tree for your Mum

A tree for your Friend

A tree for your Great Grandmother

 

When I think of Nanna

I picture a garden home

Messy, rambling, beautiful

Where veggies are planted next to flowers

And where wild nasturtiums roam

 

Green through and through

From her thumbs to her toes

Like a Hobbit from Derbyshire

It seemed to me

Things grow wherever Nanna goes

 

Walking in her garden I hear a canary whistle

Then break into trilling song

I hear the soft shuffle of quails

And the flutter of finches

Chirping and dancing along

 

I see Nanna sitting by a fire

Lost in knit and pearl

Her needles click clacking away

She’s making warm woollen socks

For some lucky little girl

 

Other times I see her wearing black rimmed glasses

Engrossed in a riveting tale

A cup of tea poured

But then forgotten

Growing cold on the table

 

Will I see Nanna again?

Sitting peaceful by her fire once more?

Yes, I know I will

But in the meantime I have my memories

And the stories passed down from days of yore

 

(Ok, so maybe I exaggerate

They’re not exactly days of Yore

More like days of yesteryear.

No? Still insulting? Ok, sorry. I’ll be more specific:

The days of Mom, Uncle Tom, Uncle Mike and Uncle George

😉  )

 

I remember being fascinated by Nanna’s teapots

She collected so many over the decades

She set them out amongst a myriad other memorabilia

Those dusty shelves crowded

In a wrong, but somehow so right, random, bohemian display

 

I remember brown boxes of Cadbury Chocolate

Factory cast offs Nanna had bought

I remember those jars of colourful Boiled Sweets

Those packets of English Toffees

And those bags of Liquorice All Sorts

 

It was Nanna who introduced me to the art of shopping

She took me to “vintage” stores galore

While Nanna searched for second hand trinkets

I discovered clothes and shoes and hats

Eclectic styles from years past, to mix and match, and explore

 

I close my eyes and hear Nanna’s soft English accent

It coloured every word she would say

Her kind and mild way of speaking

“Dook” she would call me

In that unique Derbyshire way

 

I remember constantly asking Nanna: “How old are you?”

And to my consternation and grief

She’d always reply with a twinkle:

“I’m as old as my tongue

And a little bit older than my teeth”

 

But there were times that Nanna was not so gentle

Like when she had pruning shears in hand

I remember her ruthlessly attacking

A defenceless bush in our front yard

Hacking away until only a stump was left to stand

 

Then there was the way she played scrabble

How competitive she would get!

Like she’d swallowed a dictionary

She’d thrash you soundly on triple word scores

And then off she’d go to bed

 

I remember Mom once laughed relating

About the time Nanna had a hankering to buy some Llamas

“You have a big back yard Jean” she said “there’s plenty of room”

I don’t know why Mom said no, it really could’ve been a thing

Lucy and Jean – Kingston’s suburban Llama farmers

 

Then there was the time Nanna got her ears pierced

Long dangly hooked earrings and all!

I remember being so impressed

Whoever had such a Nanna?

It was just way too cool!

 

There are so many memories:

Nanna’s false teeth grossing me out, sitting in a glass

How she called Mick “Mickey” on the first day they met

Her gentle smile, her hair when it was black

Nanna teaching me how to play draughts

 

But mostly it’s a feeling I remember

No matter where I’d roam

No matter where I’d go

Nanna was the place

The place that meant home

 

Memories are a gift

Something no one can take away

They grow richer in the face of sorrow

They grow more precious

They become history that defeats the grave

 

I am grateful that I have these memories

Though right now my eyes tear and mist

I miss Nanna

And I’ll miss her for a while

For now, my Nanna’s gone to rest

 

But I know one day soon Nanna will awake

On that day she’ll be vibrant and strong

She’ll once again plant beautiful, messy, rambling gardens

She’ll get to be that Llama farmer

And she’ll listen as her Canary sings a happy welcoming song

 

I picture Nanna showing her great great great grandchildren

How to play draughts, how to prune a tree

How to knit socks, how not to suck at scrabble

And relating tales and stories

Of how life in the old world used to be

 

Yes, Lilacs for Lucy

Lilacs blooming so delicately

A hardy tree with a beautiful flower

That will grow and thrive

And live to eternity

 

 

Rach

25 July 2015

 

 

– See you again soon Nanna, with all my love, Rach

John 5:28,29 –  Revelation:21:4 – John 11:11-44

 

 

 

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I Don’t Have a Penny

 

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I don’t have a penny

I don’t have a dime

I don’t have a great big house

The marble floored kind

 

 

I don’t own designer labels

I don’t have anything Chanel

I don’t own a pair of Louboutin’s

Although I’m sure they’d rock my world

 

 

I don’t drive a brand new car

I don’t drive a Merc

In fact I don’t drive a car at all

Unless it’s already had a lot of work

 

 

I don’t take expensive vacations

I don’t stay in five star hotels

I don’t travel very often

Although I’d love to see the whole world

 

 

I didn’t go to Uni

I didn’t get a P. H. D.

I didn’t aim for lots of money

Or to be secure financially

 

 

I don’t want fame

I don’t want prestige

I don’t want a spotlight

I’m very content wearing beige

 

 

I don’t need approval

I don’t need applause

I don’t need recognition

To hold and stay true to my cause

 

 

 

For I have something solid

I have something real

I have something that’s forever

That no one can destroy or steal

 

 

I own a rare Treasure

I own a priceless Pearl

I own a wealth of Talents

Worth more than the whole entire world

 

 

I know a shining truth

I know the thoughts of God

I know the news that must be spread

And so with that my feet are shod

 

 

This world is an awful mess

This world is on fire

This world is ruled by a betrayer

A killer, and a liar

 

 

He offers shiny things

He offers things that appear to be fun

He offers things soon to perish

Things that fade, disappear and run

 

 

You can see his mind in the air

You can see the propaganda

You can see the all-pervasive filth

The fake, and the slander

 

 

This world is a testimony to his rule

This world has nothing of lasting gain

This world offers naught but heartache

Hard-heartedness and pain

 

 

But I know something important

I know the truth

I know this world will soon disappear

There’s a mountain of proof

 

 

 

Soon all the pain will be gone

And all hurts will be healed

All people will live as one

With all their dearest desires filled

 

 

The earth will be transformed

The earth will recover

The earth will be populated

With people that truly love one another

 

 

Meantime we must endure

We must find a way

We must keep seeking

Keep striving, to listen and obey

 

 

There is a secure anchor

There is a trusted guide

There is a guaranteed promise

He will always provide

 

 

Jehovah is my confidence

Jehovah is my friend

Jehovah is my shining hope

My towering refuge to the end

 

 

Now is the time to focus on the Kingdom’s work

Time to keep a simple eye

Now is the time to support our friends

As shoulder to shoulder we strive

 

 

We are proud to be his Witnesses

We are proud to sing his praise

We are proud to bear his name

As we proclaim his loving ways

 

 

This is his work

This is his creation

This is his will

To gather together people from every nation

 

 

So as we endure

As we obey

As we do the work

We must not listen to anything the world has to say

 

 

We listen to Jehovah

Listen to his faithful slave

Listen to his words

His words light the way

 

 

So we do our part

We do our best

We do our utmost

Always trusting that Jehovah will do the rest

 

 

 

Just wait

You will see

Just test him out

Jehovah will provide super-abundantly

 

 

You don’t need a penny

You don’t need a dime

You don’t need to worry

Jehovah will never, ever, leave you behind!

 

 

Rach

2014

 

 

 

“Keep on, then, seeking first the Kingdom and his Righteousness,

and all these other things will be added to you.”

– Matthew 6:33

 

 

“May people know that you,

whose name is Jehovah,

You alone are the Most High

over all the earth.”

– Psalm 83:18

 

 

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http://www.jw.org/en/bible-teachings/questions/meaning-of-life/

 

 

 

“Live simply that others might simply live.” – Elizabeth Ann Seton

 

 

“It’s not that successful people are givers; it is that givers are successful people.” – Patti Thor

 

 

“A small body of determined spirits fired by an unquenchable faith in their mission can alter the course of history”. – Mahatma Gandhi

 

 

“Real joy comes not from ease or riches or from the praise of men, but from doing something worthwhile.” – Wilfred Grenfell

 

 

“Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.” – Joseph Addison

 

 

“Love the earth and sun and animals,

Despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks,

Stand up for the stupid and crazy,

Devote your income and labor to others.

And your very flesh shall be a great poem.”

– Walt Whitman

 

 

 

Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy quote

 

 

 

“We ought to change the legend on our money from “In God We Trust” to “In Money We Trust.” Because, as a nation, we’ve got far more faith in money these days than we do in God.”

Arthur Hoppe, 1963

 

 

“Adornment is never anything except a reflection of the heart.”  – Gabrielle “Coco” Chanel

 

 

“Ordinary riches can be stolen; real riches cannot. In your soul are infinitely precious things that cannot be taken from you.” – Oscar Wilde, The Soul of Man under Socialism, 1891

 

 

“Waste your money and you’re only out of money, but waste your time and you’ve lost a part of your life.” – Michael Leboeuf

 

 

“Your money, or your life.” We know what to do when a burglar makes this demand of us, but not when God does.  – Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic’s Notebook, 1966

 

 

“There are people who have money and people who are rich.” – Coco Chanel

 

 

“Money may be the husk of many things but not the kernel. It brings you food, but not appetite; medicine, but not health; acquaintance, but not friends; servants, but not loyalty; days of joy, but not peace or happiness. – Henrik Ibsen

 

 

 

 


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Forbear

 

 

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Forbear

 

 

Come

Stand in my shoes

Come walk where I have been

Come see through my eyes

Come

See all that I have seen

 

If you could wear my skin

If you could feel all I have felt

If you could feel the words spoken in my ears

If you could feel all the pain my hearts been dealt

 

Take all I have experienced

Take my memories and make them yours

Take all the cuts

All the bruises

Take all the wounds from my private unseen wars

 

Let my tears fill your eyes

Let them over flow and fall

Let the hard floor be your comfort

Let no one hear

Let no one come

No one at all

 

Love will be elusive

Love will not be for you

No matter how hard you work

No matter how sincere

How loyal

How true

 

You will always be at fault

You will always be wrong

You will always need to turn the other cheek

You will always be forced to be strong

 

You will see others rise with ease

You will see them look on uncaring as you fall

You will see them float by on gilt edged clouds

While you beg

While you crawl

 

When you need it most

You will find no shade and shelter

You will find desert

Cutting rocks and scorching sun

You will be left to bleed

Left to thirst

Left to swelter

 

All the fruitless struggles

All the desperate prayers

All the bitter midnight tears

All the times you took the blame to keep the peace

All the pain

All those years

 

Run where I have run

Where I went searching for relief

Sleep where I have slept

Where I lay immobilised with grief

 

Stumble over the questions

The unanswerable mysteries of my life

Some things will never be understood

Some memories will always cut through like a knife

 

If you could stand in my shoes

If you could wear my skin

If you could see through my eyes

If you could be where I have been

 

Then

You would understand

Then you could empathise

Then you would forbear your judgement

Then you would feel more keenly the need to wipe tears from others eyes

 

You would laugh loud, and as often as you can

You would hug

And love

And hold dear

You would accept only what is real

What is given without pretence

Without hesitation

Without fear

 

For love has no fear

Love is honest, it has no fake

Love listens

Love heals and protects

Love lets itself be nailed to a stake

 

Love lifts up, holds and carries

Love deals in reason, truth and fact

Love will not turn a back to those in need

Love will not hesitate to act

 

Experience is a great teacher

In the loving it produces still more love

It causes buds of patience to flower in humble hearts

It opens discerning eyes to see the wisdom from above

 

So forbear to judge those that God does love

Forbear to criticise

Forbear until you’ve stood in their shoes

Until you’ve worn their skin

Until you’ve listened with their ears

Until you’ve seen their world

Through their eyes

 

 

Rach

2014

 

 

“But why do you judge your brother? Or why do you also look down on your brother? For we will all stand before the judgement seat of God… Therefore, let us not judge one another any longer but, rather, be determined not to put a stumbling block or an obstacle before a brother.”

– Romans 14:10, 13

 

 

“If only I may grow:  firmer, simpler, quieter, warmer.”

– Dag Hammarskjold

 

 

“It’s not enough to have a dream,

Unless you’re willing to pursue it.

It’s not enough to know what’s right,

Unless you’re strong enough to do it.

It’s not enough to learn the truth,

Unless you also learn to live it.

It’s not enough to reach for love,

Unless you care enough to give it.”

– Anon

 

 

 


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Drop a Word (aka: Mean Girls)

 

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Drop a Word

(Aka: Mean Girls)

 

 

I drop a word in your ear

About that person, the one I secretly loathe

Something ‘they say’, plucked from the grapevine

(A fact? A fiction? Really, who’s to know?)

 

I didn’t hear it from the horse’s mouth

It is you see, a shocking thing

But apparently, (although I can’t say one hundred percent for sure)

It has a totally truthful ring

 

Of course I didn’t ask the ‘horse’, (the person)

For their side of the story

That would require talking, which could be awkward

And I’m really not up for that, (so sorry!)

 

Though I wasn’t there, and I didn’t see it

I swear it has been verified

(By all my friends, my family,

And by everyone else who’s on my side)

 

A friend of a friend did ask the ‘horse’, (the person), you know

And although they explained this and that

The friend of a friend reported that what was said was open to interpretation

(The truth is fluid – and that’s a factual fact!)

 

I know I really shouldn’t gossip

Gossip leaves such a nasty taste!

But, I’m really concerned about this person

(Concerned that they should be put firmly back in their place!)

 

So as much as it pains me

I must tell you all about it – just you, just in case

(In case that person thought they could share

My friends, my spotlight – in general – my space!)

 

I won’t say much, just a word, just a look

(I know you’ll be begging me for more!

Once a word is dropped, it gains momentum,

It springs to life with a roar!)

 

So I drop a word in your ear

(Hoping it travels to your tongue)

I smile at your ‘No! Really?’ in that disapproving tone. You lean forward, a hushed question on your lips

Yep. My work here is done

 

 

Rach

2014

 

 

“A slanderer goes about revealing confidential talk;

Do not associate with one who loves to gossip.”

– Proverbs 20:19, The New World Translation of the Holy Scriptures

 

 

“A cruel story runs on wheels, and every hand oils the wheels as they run.”

– Ouida

  

 

“Gossip needn’t be false to be evil — there’s a lot of truth that shouldn’t be passed around.”

– Frank A. Clark

 

 

“Trying to squash a rumour is like trying to unring a bell.”

– Shana Alexander

 

 

“The biggest liar in the world is They Say.”

– Douglas Malloch

 

 

“There is so much good in the worst of us,

And so much bad in the best of us,

That it hardly becomes any of us

To talk about the rest of us.”

– Edward Wallis Hoch

 

 

 


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Trust

 

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Trust

 

 

 

Much more observant than I seem

I see all the in between

I know what lies behind the words

I see the nouns in the verbs

 

I’ve seen the signs and heard the tales

I know how the wind can fill those sails

When gossip blows no anchor can hold and stay

And a reputation is simply blown away

 

Critical tongues cut and rake

As their pound of flesh they take

They don’t regard the pain they cause

As salt they pour on still festering sores

 

Trying to prove superior by critical talk

Is like trying to carve a stone with chalk

It’s pointless and useless and it doesn’t work

All it ever achieves is hurt

 

Jealousy is a devouring beast

When it finds a target, it finds a feast

It picks and pokes and whips, until it draws blood

And what begins as a trickle, all too soon becomes a flood

 

So I look and listen and I take note

And I don’t jump on just any boat

I don’t give my trust to those without heart

If I see them coming, I depart

 

For I’m not as young as you might think

I’ve stood upon hell’s fiery brink

I’ve been to the war and seen the slain

I’ve seen how lies kill and maim

 

Deep as a well inside this skin

The clown facade is light and thin

Serious lurks just beneath

A vigilant warrior against any fickle thief

 

The vague is just a disguise I wear

A shield against what I cannot bear

Knowledge burns behind tired eyes

Experience has left them worldly wise

 

Seeing things that most would miss

Always expecting the Judas kiss

Hoping over and over to be wrong

Even as sound the first notes of that familiar song

 

Trust is given at great risk and cost

And trust is never ever simply lost

It departs like fireworks on a new years day

It bursts without warning and then fades away

 

As wreaths of sorrow for innocence we lay

It takes an odyssey to regain something still in decay

Born from the ashes of loss and grief

A shrewd phoenix rises from the fire with new belief

 

When the price of gaining wisdom has been betrayal

Born from life’s stinging hail

It’s difficult to let another in

It takes time to learn how to believe again

 

All too clearly you can see the coming pain

So you withdraw early from the game

You hide, you run, you disappear

You cloak yourself with a fake veneer

 

Sometimes you wish you didn’t know

You couldn’t see how things will go

That you were stupid and thick and dumb

That you hadn’t had to learn to run

 

That experience hadn’t given you new eyes

That you still believed all the lies

That you hadn’t lost those rose coloured glasses

That you still saw over every fence, greener grasses

 

Because although you have learnt to let go and forgive

To simply live and let live

You don’t expect anything from anyone anymore

Self sufficiency keeps the cold from the door

 

But when amongst the rocks you do find a gem

You treasure it for always, just as you did back then

The diamonds in your life are brighter than before

Because they’ve been through the fire and the war

 

The most beautiful diamond sparkling bright

Is the one you found on the deepest, darkest night

It’s the most valuable treasure of your life

Made indestructible through all the strife

 

A shiny new trust that will never fade

Born from standing beneath the blade

Faith and trust in your Father above

Hope, strong and solid in the God of all love

 

He’s there to carry you where you can’t walk

All the things He says are more than just talk

He’s shown you over and over, He will always be there

He will always come through, He will always care

 

Someday soon He will bring an end

To all the sorrow and grief, and the need to pretend

His world will bring a paradise of truth

Where you will be able to trust without proof

 

Where friends are real in word and deed

Where words are meant and can be believed

Where you never need fear to let yourself be known

For genuine people will be where ever you roam

 

Walls will come apart brick by brick

No matter how long they’ve been up, no matter how thick

A healing of souls long torn to shreds

As flowers bloom in what were once thorny beds

 

Tired eyes will smile on that day

I’ll open the doors and let the vigilance blow away

The clown will dance for real and not for fake

A heart free to love, without fearing to break

 

Trust will be reborn never to fade

No more wreaths will need ever more be laid

Jehovah will see and smile down from up above

As like mirrors we reflect his trust and indestructible love

 

 

Rach

2010

 

 

 

“Do not put your trust in princes. Nor in a son of man, who cannot bring salvation.”

– Ps 146:3

 

 

“Trust in Jehovah forever.”

– Isaiah 26:4

 

 

“Those knowing your name will trust in you; You will never abandon those seeking you, O Jehovah.”

– Ps 9:10

 

 

“The last thing we expect others to do, it’s the last thing they do before we learn we cannot trust them.” 

― Lauren Kate, Teardrop

 

 

“Ultimately, there can be no complete healing until we have restored our primal trust in life.”

― Georg Feuerstein

 

 

“Once she had loved Prince Joffrey with all her heart, and admired and trusted her his mother, the queen. They had repaid that love and trust with her father’s head. Sansa would never make that mistake again.”

― George R.R. Martin, A Clash of Kings

 

 

 “Few delights can equal the mere presence of one whom we trust utterly.”

― George MacDonald

 

 

“In God we trust, all others we virus scan.”

– Anon

 

 

“For there to be betrayal, there would have to have been trust first.”

― Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

 

 

“A friend is a person with whom I may be sincere. Before him I may think aloud. I am arrived at last in the presence of a man so real and equal, that I may drop even those undermost garments of dissimulation, courtesy, and second thought, which men never put off, and may deal with him with the simplicity and wholeness with which one chemical atom meets another.” 

― Ralph Waldo Emerson, Essays: First Series

 

 

“Be silent and safe — silence never betrays you; 

Be true to your word and your work and your friend; 

Put least trust in him who is foremost to praise you,

Nor judge of a road till it draw to the end.” 

― John Boyle O’Reilly, Life of John Boyle O’Reilly

 

 

“We’re paying the highest tribute you can pay a man. We trust him to do right. It’s that simple.” 

― Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

 

 
“Trust starts with truth and ends with truth.”

― Santosh Kalwar, Quote Me Everyday

 

 

 
“But it does not seem that I can trust anyone,’ said Frodo.
Sam looked at him unhappily. ‘It all depends on what you want,’ put in Merry. ‘You can trust us to stick with you through thick and thin–to the bitter end. And you can trust us to keep any secret of yours–closer than you keep it yourself. But you cannot trust us to let you face trouble alone, and go off without a word. We are your friends, Frodo.”

― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

 

 

“The shifts of fortune test the reliability of friends.”

― Cicero, De Senectute De Amicitia

 

 

“Trusting that you will some time or other do me greater justice than you can do now.” 

― Jane Austen, Emma

 

 

“In those days we did not trust anyone who had not been in the war, but we did not
completely trust anyone.”

― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

 

 

“I lost my sense of trust, honesty and compassion. I crashed down and became what I consider an emotional mess. I’ve never been so miserable in my whole life. I just wanted to go to bed and never get up.”

― Shania Twain

 

 

“Never trust a man with a lunatic wife in an attic,” Richard told me. “And anyone named Heathcliff should make you suspicious.”

― John Irving, In One Person

 

 

“Kids are trusting and wise and I cannot think of a less useful combination to be born with. The wisdom lets children know who they are. And then the trust lets everyone else take that knowledge away.”

― Sean Wilsey, Oh the Glory of it All

 

 

“I resolved to tell my guardian that I doubted Orlick being the right sort of man to fill a post of trust at Miss Havisham’s. ‘Why of course he is not the right sort of man, Pip,’ said my guardian, comfortably satisfied beforehand on the general head, ‘because the man who fills the post of trust never is the right sort of man.”

― Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

 

 

“We should trust people to be exactly what they have proven themselves to be, no more and no less.”

― Ryan Winfield, South of Bixby Bridge

 

 

“Me, I’m dishonest, and you can always trust a dishonest man to be dishonest. Honestly, it’s the honest ones you have to watch out for.”

― Johnny Depp

 

 

“Never trust a computer you can’t throw out a window.”

― Steve Wozniak

 

 

“I go to movies expecting to have a whole experience. If I want a movie that doesn’t end, I’ll go to a French movie. That’s a betrayal of trust to me. A movie has to be complete within itself; it can’t just build off the first one or play variations.”

― Joss Whedon

 

 

“Never trust a man, who when left alone with a tea cosy… doesn’t try it on.”

― Billy Connolly

 

 

“I’ve always very earnestly tried to do my best, so I just have to trust that and forgive myself for being fallible.”

― Claire Danes

 

 

 

 (Yep. Went a bit nuts with the quotes on this poem – 😛 There are just so many great ones. I guess trust is a common issue – making it a reoccurring theme through out history. ~ R )

 

 

 

 


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Better Offer

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Better Offer

 

 

A word to wise

A warning to beware

If you take a better offer

Others will be aware

 

If you say you’ll go

But then renege

When something better is offered

You give away that you ain’t so big

 

If you wanna be seen

With only the popular crowd

One day you’ll wake up

To find snobs not allowed

 

When you hurt others

By going back on your word

When they wise up

Your company will not be the preferred

 

Believe it or not

The world doesn’t revolve around you

Others have lives to arrange

They’re busy too

 

When you take a better offer

You cast a pall

You make the person who invited you first

Feel unimportant and small

 

Cos you might think

They’ll never know

But these things have a way

Of coming to light and being put on show

 

Besides, being caught out

Should not be the main concern

Being a true and loyal person

Is what we all need to learn

 

A person who shows respect

And concern for the feelings of all

Who doesn’t show favouritism

Who cares for the lowly and small

 

Because Jehovah will see

And Jehovah will know

Our motives and acts of love

Or the lack, our actions show

 

So let your yes be yes

Let your no be no

When you say you’re going

Go

 

 

 

Rach

2010

 

 

 

 


Image

Summer Cloud

 

 

See yonder little cloud

 

 

Summer Cloud

 

 

 

At times you just don’t know

How you’re gonna take another step

You feel like you’re drowning

You’re so outta your depth

 

 

The burden on your back

Seems to weigh a hundred tons

You can barely put one foot in front of the other

Let alone run

 

 

The words that fill your ears

Make you feel sick

The masks and the play acting

And the sharp eyes that pick

 

 

Faces turned away

So blind eyes can’t see

Tongues wagging ferociously

In some repellent symphony

 

 

On and on the wounded stumble

Up their private unseen thorny hills

Taking lashing after lashing

Choking down still more bitter pills

 

 

Bowed down by heavy loads

An unbearable weight

With no hand offered

Left alone to meet whatever fate

 

 

No healing warmth radiates

From cold hearts without care

There is no shelter, no shade

No resting place there

 

 

We are your haven

The cry goes up in that hour

We are your safety

Your strong signal tower

 

 

But actions speak louder

Than any boastful cry ever will

Actions prove or make a liar

Out of every loud shrill

 

 

If only they listened

If only they tried

If only they understood

With hearts opened wide

 

 

Love is the answer

To every crying hearts question

Love draws and invites

Another’s hurt tries to lessen

 

 

Love doesn’t need to shout

It is quiet and clear

Bring enveloping warmth

Cotton wool cozy, soft and sincere

 

 

Love asks and then listens

It gives of its time

Bestowing dignity and power

It uplifts, makes sublime

 

 

Love views weakness

As opportunity knocking at the door

Filling all the cracks with gold

Until what was broken becomes beautiful once more

 

 

Pride will crow loudly

With many an arrogant demand

But love keeps softly whispering

It keeps holding out a hand

 

 

Hope fans the life

In a broken hearts dying embers

And when words of love whisper

A flame flares in those cinders

 

 

Words of love were written

As a promise, a guarantee

Love put into action

That all can feel, all can see

 

 

Such love is our strength

Our strong signal tower

It shows us the way

No matter how late, how dark the hour

 

 

We see where we are headed

Though in the depths of an impenetrable night

Though lost on a stormy sea

Though in a seemingly hopeless plight

 

 

Love in action has power

To move, to lift, to inspire

Giving power to the weary

Rekindling their zeal, their fire

 

 

Hills are flattened

Mountains crumble and cave

Burdens are lightened

Until they almost float away

 

 

So when you just don’t know

How you’re gonna take another step

When you feel the sea rising

When you feel outta your depth

 

 

When loud voices are harsh

When faces turn away

When you feel all alone

And you just can’t see the way

 

 

Stop where you are

Where ever you are

Listen carefully

Listen hard

 

 

There is a voice whispering

Soft, quiet, gentle and low

This way, this way,

This is the way to go

 

 

Whatever you need

I’m here by your side

Take my hand

I’ll be your friend; I’ll be your sure guide

 

 

I wrote you a letter

Because I just wanted to say

I see what’s happening, but don’t fret too much

Everything’s going to be ok

 

 

I see you there

Fighting the good fight

I see all your efforts

I see your troublesome plight

 

 

I see your heart

So broken, but so full of love

I see that you always look to me

Up here, up above

 

 

I hear your words of thanks

I hear you speak my name

I hear your tearful prayers

So full of pain

 

 

So I wanted to say

I want you to know

I’ve counted every hair on your head

I won’t let you go

 

 

I am your strong tower

I won’t turn you away

I’ve been here forever

And I’m here to stay

 

 

I’m right beside you

Just a thought’s breadth away

So be at peace now

As you go on your way

 

 

Then as the voice fades to wind

A soft whisper dropping away

The words will linger on

An endless echo lighting the way

 

 

You’ll breathe in deep

Peace settling in warm and calm

A healing rest

A soothing balm

 

 

You’ll feel the warm sun on your face

You’ll look up to the sky

Then you’ll start a moment

You’ll stare at what you see passing on by

 

 

Then you’ll throw your head back

You’ll laugh out loud

For way, way up

Your burdens are floating away like a high summer cloud

 

Rach

2014

 

 

 

 

“It’s wonderful to climb the liquid mountains of the sky.

Behind me and before me is God and I have no fears.”

– Helen Keller

 

 

“But those hoping in Jehovah will regain power

They will soar on wings like eagles.

They will run and not grow weary.

They will walk and not tire out.”

– Isaiah 40:31