Our position does not give purpose
Just our faith.
Ours is a Kingdom which cannot be shaken.
Eminence
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Tag Archives: Life
To my girl
Having friends like these
Makes it good to be alive
Once a loved one burdened
Me with my life
Ever since I doubted
Was I made for strife?
My worth upon this earth
Is not mother or a wife
A helper and completer
For those grafted to the vine
All these inner longings
Are a gift from God divine
Now my little angel, rest
Until the day is fine
All your gifts and hugs to give
I’ll gladly take as mine
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Memoir
Companions on the Journey
I don’t have the strength to carry
I’ll walk beside, stride and leap
I’ve been up this way before
and I know the path is steep
If the darkness overwhelms you
take comfort in One and all
who are ready here to steady you
and would hate to see you fall.
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The higher up the mountain, the more treacherous the path.
Verse picture source
Pregnant pause
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The perils of being an optimist
Is bearing more disappointment
The insufferable pregnant pause
Between reality and expectations
Is only a This World problem
Revelate
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Pre-loved. Re-purposed.
Fleeting, fragile / Hand made clay / vessel overflowing / temporal decay
I’ve laid bare all the fault lines
The cracks in the glaze
Dents of time, shards re-assembled
Re-fired, hand painted and saved.
From far away each seems whole
The fault lines form
An intricate filagree pattern
As if from an Artists’ hand.
Closer seen weakness revealed
No longer a pedastal piece in museum
A working vessel, much used and loved
Content seeps out slowly, replenished from above.
Raku pottery image source
We are often asked if we can refire a broken pot or a statue and make it “perfect” again. A potter simply cannot refire a pot and make it whole again. (Source)
Sky-gazing
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“… here is one day from his life, a day in every respect like all his other days, and from it let the reader form his own opinion as to his character and the way in which his life corresponded with the beauty of his environment.”
– Nikolai Gogol, Dead Souls.
Picture of St Luke’s Anglican cemetary overlooking Richmond Village, Tasmania.
Grafted
Ever since our lives entwined / Grafted to the noble vine / Wondered whether we’d survive / The peeling bark of time
Present Joy
Quote from Dubliners by James Joyce in “A Little Cloud”
“He picked his way deftly through all that minute verminlike life and under the shadow of the gaunt spectral mansions in which the old nobility of Dublin had roistered.
No memory of the past touched him, for his mind was full of a present joy.”
Count the stars of heaven 