a reflection on today

Thirty years since I was born
A evening Sunday’s child
Cord to her was cut not torn
Looked overcooked and wild

Eight days over due
Born of a healthy weight
Skin was of a rich red hue
Both because I was late

Born I was on Sunday night
At a hospital down south
Cleaned of red and dressed in white
Feed then via mouth

How long I stayed I do not know
Not weeks but rather days
Breathing, feeding, good to go
No reason for us to stay

I don’t recall what home was like
With mum and dad
Sister, Caren; Brother, Mike
Were they happy or sad?

Another mouth was I to feed
While dad drank his wages
Our mother worked out of need
This went on for ages

A known burden I was to them
Told this from early on
Rather than a crown set gem
They wanted me gone

“When will you go…” she often said
To boy as young as ten
His silence echoed in my head
As loud today as then

This day each year is sad for me
Though now I have new life
Time and change are no remedy
Nor my own son and wife

This the thorn that’s in my side
That asserts itself today
From this pain I try to hide
While wishing it away

~ a reflection on today ~

a reflection on today

a reflection on today

 

 

 

Thirty years since I was born
A Sunday evenings child
Cord to her was cut not torn
Looked overcooked and wild

Eight days over due
Born of a healthy weight
Skin was of a rich red hue
Both because I was late

Born I was on Sunday night
At a hospital down south
Cleaned of red and dressed in white
Feed then via mouth

How long I stayed I do not know
Not weeks but rather days
Breathing, feeding, good to go
No reason for us to stay

I don’t recall what home was like
With mum and dad
Sister, Caren; Brother, Mike
Were they happy or sad?

Another mouth was I to feed
While dad drank his wages
Our mother worked out of need
This went on for ages

A known burden I was to them
Told this from early on
Rather than a crown set gem
They wanted me gone

“When will you go…” she often said
To boy as young as ten
His silence echoed in my head
As loud today as then

This day each year is sad for me
Though now I have new life
Time and change are no remedy
Nor my own son and wife

This the thorn that’s in my side
That asserts itself today
From this pain I try to hide
While wishing it away

~ a reflection on today ~

this too happened today

Countdown

this too happened today
the sensor buzzed
as i walked away
supermarket fuzz!

“hey you, you made it go”
i just kept walking
no stolen goods or receipt
no need for stalling

got in my car
to drive to my house
didn’t get far
before something was roused

“you made it go” was shouted
“so, i said”
as the window with fist was pouted
away i sped

when i got home
i rang the store
“duty managers phone…”
help? nothing more

next phone call
to the local police
options one through four
no call received

i called the store, the cops
to tell of the violence
whilst at the shop
response was silence

Jehovah’s witnesses

I saw Jehovah’s witnesses
Standing on the street
From car to bank and back again
“To them I must speak”

I posed to them a question
“Whose way did he prepare?”
Jesus or Jehovah
This my crafty snare

Of course the way was Jesus’
So turn to Mark one-eight
Whose way, I asked while smiling
“Jehovah’s… oh… but… wait”

“So then a plain reading,
Of this verse in Mark,
Shows Jesus IS Jehovah.”
A conversation starts

“Can God die,
Or to life be raised?
If He’s God as you suggested,
How by God can He be praised?”

“If He was God,
Then how God’s Son?”
“The man and the woman,
Different but one.”

“Of the same mind,
That verse implies,
Not that marriage
Unifies.”

To Genesis I appealed in defence
“From man was woman formed
And yet the man, remained a man
Son from Father, begotten not born.”

“This book of ours,
Contains the truth.”
“I’ve read,” I said
“It was quite a laugh.”

“A laugh?” they asked
“What do you mean?”
It’s account of creation
Seemed obscene

“A billion years before the start?”
Then there came beginning
“Yes” said they, then He began
“But six days, that’s just silly.”

“The complexity of this creation,
“How could it be six days?”
“um… He’s God” I said
What else is there to say?

“But the bible speaks of other days,
Longer than twenty four hours.”
As they dug themselves a hole
They really denied His power.

I then grasped for common ground
About the things I agreed
Like how a new heavens and a new earth
Would come for all to see

The issue of that magic number
Then became the moot
Now a class of super-Christians
Who’s anointed would bear fruit

“We just can’t know,
If we make the grade.
But we’re sure we’ve not
The magic number made.”

As it went on and on and on
It became far too absurd
Back to work to write this down
The things I’ve seen and heard

    • Jehovah’s witnesses – –

A Loose Reflection on Psalm 77

Can I cry aloud,
Without speaking?
Can I shout in silence,
Your favour pleading?

Can I find rest,
With eyelids open?
Can I seek you,
Though compass broken?

Will you hear,
Through silent prayer?
Will you give sleep,
To a wayward sheep?

Can I know grace,
When full of pride?
Can I know mercy,
When from you I hide?

Can I find you,
As you I seek?
Can I know you,
Through the words you speak?

Will you give grace,
Though I flee your face?
Will you draw near,
When I won’t hear?

Can I recall,
Your mighty deeds?
Can I remember,
And your words heed?

Can I proclaim,
Your power and might?
Can I use the quiet,
Of darkest night?

Will you remind,
Of how you’re kind?
Will you call,
From a watchman’s wall?

    • A Loose Reflection on Psalm 77 – –

Augustine

“Forbid it, O Lord, put it far from the heart of thy
servant, who confesses to thee — far be it from me to think I am
happy because of any and all the joy I have. For there is a joy
not granted to the wicked but only to those who worship thee
thankfully — and this joy thou thyself art. The happy life is
this — to rejoice to thee, in thee, and for thee. This it is and
there is no other. But those who think there is another follow
after other joys, and not the true one. But their will is still
not moved except by some image or shadow of joy.” – – Augustine

The Reason for Carols

 

The promise made
In ages old
The bible is
The story told:

To crush the head
Was the threat
The serpent’s seed
Its rival met.

A son was born
“Is it he?
Is he the one
Who’ll set us free?”

By brother slain
Hope was dashed
Another son
To serpent smash?

In his long life
The head was high
The serpent safe
As man would die.

The years passed by
Death remained
Men, not serpents
By men were slain

Through floods and famine
And threatened hope
Faithful He remained
As He spoke:

“My Son I’ll send
To fulfil
He’ll crush the head
On Calvary’s hill

His heal would bruise
By serpent strike
Though He dies
He’ll come to life.”

The Lamb once slain
By promise made
The curse of sin
He takes away.

“Now step away
With flaming sword:
Access to the tree
Has been restored.”

Seed of woman
By woman born
Bright shining promise
Of Christmas morn

That’s the reason
For carols sung
He crushed the head
Though heel was stung.

Sons of Israel

Joseph and his favoured coat

And then the dreams

Through which he’d gloat

 

Down the hole by angered bros

Sold as a slave

To serve Pharaohs

 

Saying “no” to seducing female

Angered pharaoh’s wife

False accusations led to jail

 

Interprets dreams while inside

Growing reputation

Now by Pharaohs side

 

Prince of Egypt and royal place

Hunger brothers came

Before son of Rachel’s face

 

By brothers he’s not recognised

Yet mercy shown

To the worthily despised

 

He pines for his little brother

Of the same dad

But a different mother

 

He must come before y’all go free

Then he thought

“They still don’t know its me”

 

To Egypt then came all his clan

Saved from famine

By gracious plan

 

Evil plot had ten sons of Israel

To kill and trade

But all worked well

 

Messiahs line again preserved

By Egypt’s prince

And food conserved

 

Greater yet a sovereign hand

Cares for His seed

In a foreign land

 

    • Sons of Israel – –

From Little Boy to David the King

A king

A fighter

A singer

A writer

 

From little boy

To David: King

He played guitar

To dance, to sing

 

Anointed king

While still a lad

He then served Saul

His heart made glad

 

Saul knew his plight

He’d lose the crown

The next in line

He would hunt down

 

By God’s grace

David was spared

As Saul drew close

God was near

 

David knew God

His hope secure

Saul grew corrupt

The crown seen clear

 

Soon a new king

On Israels throne

That little boy

Of sling and stone

 

A king

A fighter

A singer

A writer

 

  • – From Little Boy to David the King  – –

Bully Beat Down

A giant of a man
With giant shield
And sword in hand
Enemies would yield

The living God to defy
“I’ll enslave you all”
Was his battle cry
If Israel were to fall…

An army struck by fright
None could a giant slay
One that didn’t come to fight
Rather, bringing lunch that day

Kings armour was too big
His weapons sling and stone
Giant could snap him like a twig
He knew “I’m not alone”

Right between the eyes
A stone, a deathly blow
Now where giant lies
Gods great power to show

Severed now the giants head
By lunch delivery boy
He came with meat and bread
He left with songs of joy

While towering over men
Goliath in his boast
His taunt, and brag, and then…
By stone the battle lost

Outwardly a giant
Versus a runty teen
Slayer of defiant
Yahweh’s victory seen

A bully beat down

an ongoing testimony of God's grace