Category Archives: Poetry

What kind of Love?

Love one another as I have loved you.

Love is great is n’t it?
We CAN all Love can’t we?
Wait a minute….It seems not so obvious.
The inner circle that had seen Jesus up close
was given a command.


Huh? What kind of LOVE is it then?


Agapé a selfless, giving, laying down kind of Love.
A Love that seeks no reward.
A Love that will burn with compassion for others.
A Love that will compel you.
A Love that will move mountains
A Love bringing tenderness and leaving you weak at the knees.
A Love rising up towards all, regardless of age,gender,race
or peer self imposed disqualification.


If you struggle to love yourself or think you ‘re not up to it right now ,

Christ living within you will gently see you through.

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2016 was a bit of a stinker

Well is anyone happy about 2016?

Sure some people married,

others were seriously ill

or even had the audacity to go & die on us.

A few events have sown the seeds for 2017.

For those that like security

2017

2018

2019

2020

Forget it!

We are in for a heck of a ride

Will we agree with the show?

Major players pulling the strings?

I doubt it?

Are they really in any sort of control?

Stick with those that won’t let you down.

Actually forgive those that do

And bless them.

Its like heaping coals of kindness on those giving you a hard time!

You know what?

Things will change for the better after all.

 

When do you need success?

If at first you don’t succeed, bungee jumping is NOT for you!o

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Why?

Funny is n’t it?

Almost

from day one,

We are

programmed

to question.

“What was that?”

“How did that

happen?”

“Where did that

come from?”

Surely,

The wonder

of things

happening

around us

can be

explained.

After all

that’s what

Dads are for!

If only

things were

that simple.

Some things

just can’t

be worked out,

Can they?

Why?

The blinking

“why” word.

Things were

black

or white,

Safe,

Complete,

n’ neat.

“Why”

the wrecker

of perfect

thinking,

The enemy of

self contained logic,

Now things are

open ended

and raggedly

incomplete.

Everything is

not boxed off,

Know what

I mean?

OK

picture bliss,

a perfect

summer’s day.

Lunch

in the garden,

Getting underway.

Before you take

your first bite,

You hear

right in yer face,

Blinking neighbour’s

chain saw

The other side

of the fence.

Why?

Take

a break,

Enjoy

some Peace.

As the battle

is being lost.

An aircraft

seems to take,

Too much

interest

in your

Pasta Bake.

Why?

Now I start

again,

This time

a screaming

child’s refrain.

Why?

When will

it end?

Barking dogs,

Slamming

car doors,

Unwanted

telephone calls.

Why?

That’s it!

I’m going in!

Why?

Forgot my hat,

Hay fever,

Rubbing

my eyes.

It was

good

while it

lasted.

How long?

Why?

You asking?

Another try?