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Forbear

 

 

Charles Dickens - Kid superheroe collage

 

 

 

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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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

 

Psalm 10424 2

 

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

 

Papel-de-Parede-Aurora-Boreal

 

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

 

 

Cradle mt with Romans 120

 

– 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