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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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It

 

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It

 

 

 

 

See it

Make it

Claim it

Fake it

Jump in the fray

 

 

 

Read it

Take it

Need it

Shake it

Give it another day

 

 

 

Be it

Play it

Own it

Say it

Totally give it away

 

 

 

Risk it

Feel it

Trust it

Seal it

Be a little brave

 

 

 

Lift it

Hold it

Keep it

Bold it

Take it all the way

 

 

 

Rach

2015

 

 

“Well done is better than well said.”

– Benjamin Franklin

 

 

“When we commit to action, to actually doing something rather than feeling trapped by events, the stress becomes manageable.”

– Greg Anderson

 

 

“All know the way; few actually walk it.”

– Bodhidharma

 

 

“Trust only movement. Life happens at the level of events, not of words. Trust movement.”

– Alfred Adler

 

 


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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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“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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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

 

 

 


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By The Sea

 

Lord Byron quote

 

 

By The Sea

 

 

 

 

 

We went for a walk

You and me, you and me

We had a little talk

By the sea, by the sea

 

 

Bare toes in the sand

You and me, you and me

Hand in hand

By the sea, by the sea

 

 

Side by side

You and me, you and me

As seagulls cried

By the sea, by the sea

 

 

We heard bells tolling

You and me, you and me

Wild waves rolling

By the sea, by the sea

 

 

We dreamed dreams

You and me, you and me

Through sun shine streams

By the sea, by the sea

 

 

Cares we shared

You and me, you and me

Kites over head

By the sea, by the sea

 

 

We laughed at fear

You and me, you and me

Then drank our beer

By the sea, by the sea

 

 

A shared moment

You and me, you and me

It’s ours we own it

By the sea, by the sea

 

 

Thought of our maker

You and me, you and me

He’s a giver not a taker

By the sea, by the sea

 

 

He’ll help us stand

You and me, you and me

Sure as water laps land

By the sea, by the sea

 

 

So we need not fuss

You and me, you and me

He’ll not leave us

By the sea, by the sea

 

 

So let’s take his hand

You and me, you and me

As we walk in the sand

By the sea, by the sea

 

 

Someday we’ll look back

You and me, you and me

And see a single set of tracks

By the sea, by the sea

 

 

Cos when we gave our trust

You and me, you and me

Is when he carried us

By the sea, by the sea

 

 

Rach

2010

 

 

 

“Throw your burden upon Jehovah himself’

And he himself will sustain you”

– Psalm 55:22

 

 

 


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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

 

 

 


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Sometimes

 

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Sometimes

 

 

 

 

Sometimes we need a great big hug

To be shown a little love

Sometimes we need a kind word

To feel we’re really being heard

 

Sometimes we need to be known

To feel we’re not all alone

Sometimes we need to laugh out loud

To be a part of a happy crowd

 

Sometimes we need to unwind

To have a little chocolate a little wine

Sometimes we need to rise again

To see a beginning and not an end

 

Sometimes we need to stop pretence

To have a friend who won’t take offense

Sometimes we need others to look beneath

The skin and bone to the heart that beats

 

Sometimes we need to be understood

To be valued for all our good

Sometimes we need to be told

That we’re worth our weight in gold!

 

 

Rach

2008