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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

 

 

 

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“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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Summer Cloud

 

 

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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

 

 

 


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Don’t Understand

 

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Don’t Understand

 

 

 

 

There are so many things I just don’t understand

They leave me wondering, leave me scratching my head

Puzzled and bemused by things that have been done

By words written or things said

Negative, critical, bitter, jealous, or judgmental

Competitive, shallow, vain, arrogant, and mean

It all just confounds me, just does in my head

 

 

I don’t understand a judgmental attitude

Making critical comments about whether others do enough

Pointing out flaws and failings and such

The judgmental person must be extremely tough

For they walk around with a big rafter protruding from their eye

While attempting to extract the straws of others

With nothing more than their huff and their puff

 

 

I don’t understand the obsession with looks

Looks that fade and change

As transitory as green leaves in Autumn

Looks that in this life are impossible to maintain

It’s the person beneath the skin and bone that matters

For when the outside shell eventually crumbles

The person beneath is all that will remain

 

 

I don’t understand arrogance

That air of superiority, the know-it-all without regard

Putting others down just to feel the up

The need to boast, to impress, to shock, to awe

But in reality the life of a boaster is just one big facade

No one can live up to their own arrogant hype

When they fall, they fall hard

 

 

I don’t understand people who say mean things

Who use their tongue to slay

To make another feel hurt, feel bad

To take another’s joy and confidence away

Such ones betray their insecurity and unhappiness

Two things that will never change

Until they learn to consider with kindness the things they say

 

 

I don’t understand pretentiousness

The endless effort made to impress with the material thing

It’s the way of the world, not the way of the truth

Possessions are limited in the happiness they bring

There is always some newer, bigger, better, trendier, thing

Impressing with things is a striving after wind

People of real substance don’t care about bling bling

 

 

I don’t understand bitterness

Holding on tenaciously to the hurt and the grudge

It makes people sad and negative

It’s paralyzing, they can’t move on, can’t budge

The mole hill becomes a mountain

And the mountain is endlessly large

Bitterness makes permanent what should have been a wipe away smudge

 

 

I don’t understand competitiveness

Those who have to out do everyone else in every part of their life

Who must be ‘the’ popular single, the ‘it’ couple, the ‘super’ parents

The ‘successful’ husband, the ‘perfect’ wife

Unrealistic expectations of themselves and of others

Only lead to frustration and strife

Choking individuality, a place where real trust and friendship cannot survive

 

 

I don’t understand those who let jealousy get the upper hand

Who are not happy to let another shine

Who envy the attention, the happiness, or the nice things, another has

Who are always thinking ‘that should have been mine!’

It eats them up, leaves them hollow, feeds their discontent

Working to bring another down does not remove their issues and insecurity

Happiness is an elusive thing to a jealous mind

 

 

I don’t understand why some always have to be the leader

Always have to get their own way

They won’t give in easily or let someone else set the pace

They stomp their feet, throw a tantrum, grumble and criticism

Then wonder why people walk away

Lasting friendships can only be forged

When people feel respected, considered and are given a say

 

 

I don’t understand why we all strive to be an individual

But then let ourselves be squeezed into some satanic mold

Where we are taught to think his way, do his deeds and suffer his reward

Our life bought and sold

And what will be left when it’s all stripped away?

When it’s in with the new and out with the old?

Will a thing of warmth and beauty remain, or will we be a husk, shallow and cold?

 

 

So no – I don’t understand why we don’t remove all our own big rafters

Before commenting on another’s little straws

Why we don’t pay more attention to the inner person rather than the outer

Why we don’t close more easily bitter or jealous doors

Why we think things ‘make us’ rather than ‘fake us’

Why we strive for the bigger, better, cabin on a sinking ship

Why we continually seek human, rather than heavenly applause?

 

 

But despite all these things I don’t understand

I’ve found one thing that I do…

Imperfection is something with which we are all blighted

So how grateful we can be to that one up above

Who sent his son to release us, who keeps all our road ways lighted

Who understands our plight, who will continue to help us fight it

Until finally one happy day, all our wrong ways will become righted

 

 

 

 

Rach

2010 

 

 

 

” But the end of all things has drawn close.

Therefore, be sound in mind, 

and be vigilant with a view to prayers.

Above all things, have intense love for one another, 

because love covers a multitude of sins.”

– 1 Peter 4:7,8

 

 

 


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That Enchanted Moment

 

poetry of the earth - John Keats in black

 

 

That Enchanted Moment

 

 

 

 

White swirls all around

It cloaks and conceals

Hidden in whispers

Everything is surreal

No heaven above

The world below is lost

Careful steps taking

Into another world crossed

An odyssey into purgatory

Bewildered and confused

No end to be seen

Dazed and bemused

 

 

 

Then a new wind blows

And something shifts

Sunlight filtering down

As white gauze gently lifts

Parting gossamer sheets

Cobwebs of rain

The universe centres

Nothing is in vain

A grand vista opens

Curtains on a stage

A story book picture appearing

As God turns the page

 

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Greens and blues

Layered with gold

Mountains ever marching

The ancients of old

Hollows of mystery

Valleys lost and deep

Where legends were born

And dragons still sleep

 

 

Among dotted lakes and cairns

Silver sparkles play

Fickle night stars

Seduced down to the day

Arcs of colour

Flooding to the ground

Gemstone flecks

Scattered all around

 

 

A canvas carved

Painted with life

Lifting high

Far above petty strife

Transporting to another place

Another space and time

Connects to something greater

Something truly divine

 

 

Breathe it in

Soak it up with every pore

For this is what

We were all born for

Gods Canvas is all around

Though sometimes weary eyes just can’t see

The beauty and wonder

Cloaked by so much mundane and misery

 

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But when tired feet wander

High and far

Searching for something

Something to explain who we are

Searching for that enchanted moment

When the veil is blown away

So that blinking we can look out

And see the old world drop away

 

 

Then time stands still

And the horizon opens up

And suddenly everything seems possible

Life is a very full cup

And seeing we can breathe

And breathing we can gaze

And gazing we can give thanks

For the rest of our endless days

 

 

 

Rach

2009

 

 

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– written after an amazing hike through mountains in Tasmania.  We started out hiking in mist, not able to see a foot in front of us. Then got to the summit – and suddenly – all the mist disappeared and – wow. The world appeared below us. In that moment we felt so small – and so in awe of Jehovah’s awesome design and artistry in the amazingly beautiful world he created.

“You are worthy, Jehovah our God, to receive the glory and the honor and the power, because you created all things, and because of your will they came into existence and were created.” – Revelation 4:11

 

 


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Skin Bottle

 

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Skin Bottle

 

 

 

 

In the dead of night

Just before dawn

Mourning begins

And the tears are warm

 

Questions unanswered

From back at the start

There’s no way to know

What lies in another’s heart

 

Revealed through fire

When it’s all too late

Nothing left to do

But obey and wait

 

She turned her back

Walked away

From those who loved her

And the world turned grey

 

The mystery was alluring

The need was strong

Didn’t want to hear

Refused to be wrong

 

A hollow void

Carved out by a man

Was suddenly filled

With glittering sand

 

Warm and inviting

Covering every pot hole and sin

But only as long as

There is no gust of strong wind

 

In love with a shadow

With nothing real to say

So many voices calling

But she wouldn’t stay

 

Kept enthralled

By a rebels song

A self centered will

A heart headstrong

 

Choices are made

A path is chosen

Lives become splintered

Bonds are broken

 

An act of betrayal

Too painful to ignore

No one to beg

No one to implore

 

The anguish of a mother

A heart come undone

Silent tears of a brother

Wanting to run and run

 

A sisters every fear

Realized in a night

No one to go to

To make it alright

 

The die was cast

The stone was set

So now it’s time to move on

Time to let live and forget

 

There is no question

When it’s black and it’s white

You must go on

Though it feels a hopeless plight

 

This mourning will pass

Though it may dawn again

But it’s not unnoticed

And it’s not in vain

 

Tears and heartache

For a just cause

Won’t go unanswered

Or fall without reward

 

For nothing is impossible

There is a mountain of proof

When we put our trust

In the God of all truth

 

He knows the pain of betrayal

That bites deep like a knife

He knows it wounds and scars

That it changes your life

 

He’s lost love too

And knows the anguish

So he won’t forget us

Our fear he can vanquish

 

With care and affection

Our wounds he will bind

Our hurts will be lessened

It just takes some time

 

In a skin bottle

Is where he stores all our tears

Surely he does the same

With our pain and our fears

 

So let go and move on

Though weary through the night

Sure that hope remains

To those who try to do what is right

 

He’s not looking for perfection

He’s looking for love

Those that love may fall

But he’s keeping watch from above

 

When you’re crawling

When you’re stumbling around

He’s there beside you

Helping pick you up off the ground

 

So take the hand he is offering

Let him pull you near

You’ll feel his warm assurance

As he collects up all your tears

 

Know he feels our pain

When he sees our sorrow

And he promises an everlasting

And happy tomorrow

 

 

 

Rach

2009

 

 

“Those sowing seed with tears, will reap even with a joyful cry.”

– Psalms 126:5

 

 

“Jehovah is near to those broken at heart;

And those who are crushed in spirit he saves.”

– David, Son of Jesse, Psalms 34:8 

 

 

“With men this is impossible,

but with God all things are possible.”

– Jesus Christ, Matthew 19, 26