I don’t know
what it’s truly all about,
or why it had to happen;
but, if nothing else,
I light this candle
out of respect
for a man who died a horrible death.
And I pray
for all those today
dying a horrible death -
whether from disease
or torture
or hunger
or whatever the cause.
Jesus,
You have been there,
You know what it’s like;
be with them.
And I pray too
for all the grieving relatives
who must watch,
helpless,
while their loved ones die.
Mary,
you watched your son die;
be with them.
I light this candle
and pray that all darkness
may be banished forever.
Amen. May - it - be - so.
5th April 1996
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A happy poem for a change. Most of my poems are written when I'm feeling down, to help me sort out what's going on: I do have happy times too, but I'm too busy enjoying them to try to put the feelings into words!
Glory to You my God
Glory to You my God
who made the sun
to burst out upon us
and flood us with light, warmth and cheer!
Glory to You my God
who made the wind
to whistle and roar
and blow away the cobwebs in our minds!
Glory to You my God
who dances on the sunbeams
and whirls round with the wind
for very joy in Your creation!
Glory to You my God for ever and for ever!
19th Feb. 1993
Picture from Google images http://www.golfwrx.com/forums/topic/550041-what-does-tiger-have-to-do-to-be-back/page__st__60 to You my God
Lord
when I went to Evensong today
I said that I couldn’t pretend
I was going
for some holy or ‘religious’ reason.
I wasn’t really going
to worship You -
but I did want to be with You.
I wasn’t going to look good,
to be thought of as ‘holy’ and ‘righteous’.
(Though You know sometimes I have done that.)
I wasn’t expecting a marvel,
a miracle, a Word-Of-God.
(Though if that’s what You’d wanted to do that’s fine.)
I just wanted to go
to be with You,
to rest in Your peace,
to take time out from the world
in Your house,
with others that also love You,
and to say thanks.
Thank you that You accepted me
and met me where I was,
not demanding I be something
that I’m not.
Thank you for letting me rest
in the armchair of Your Love,
giving me strength
and refreshment;
an inner peace and calm
that is not touched by the world’s maelstrom.
25th June 98
Thank you God
that you lead me gently
by the hand,
with love and encouragement.
Thank you that you know my fears,
my imagined ‘hurty’ places,
and lovingly help me see
my fears melt away
like mist in the morning sun.
Thank you that you’re with me,
just where I am -
not waiting ahead
for me to catch up,
to be good enough;
not dragging me impatiently along
by the hand;
but walking with me
by my side,
waiting when I need rest
skipping with me when I’m excited
and picking me up
when I fall over.
Thank you that you know me,
Thank you that you understand me,
Thank you that you love me,
Just the way I am now.
24th May 98
N.B. ‘Hurty places’ refers to my 4 yr old daughter whose fear of her scratches and grazes was always much greater than the injury itself!
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