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Reflections on the Garden.

My heart is full and at peace with the Lord,
The garden is there, forever growing under the watchful eyes,
There’s food here, and there is love,
Room to move,
People to hug…

A place to sing,
A place to grow,
A place to vent,
A place to sew,

Forever putting out the internal fires children make,
Trying not to accidentally fuel their flames,
Praying to God,
My eyes tight shut,
To keep us safe,
Please Lord, help me feel unstuck.

For there is beauty all around,
And in my heart, it’s peaceful, no sound,
And when I close my eyes to pray,
I pray for yet another strength filled day.

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Boy, oh boy!

Boy with CP,
Awaiting to crawl along the floor,
Already gone a year old,
Trying and trying for months on end,
Just to balance on both ends,

A year and two weeks he began to move,
Proud as punch he can go groove,
He goes to his siblings, playing all around,
And sits near them, just sitting on the ground,

His eyes light up as he looks at them,
Proud of his achievements, he’s mastered this gem,
His siblings tease “oh boy, you can’t catch me”
While he slowly tries to chase them with his laugh filled with glee.

Finally playing,
Finally free,
Finally feeling accomplished is he,
After months of wanting,
Determined is he,
Now he’s on the move,
So he can play with his siblings, wheee!

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He’s got you and me in His hands

My guts are churning,
The doctor “fixed” my iron,
Now I feel constantly fatigued.
Nothing else is wrong,
Tests came back clean.
Just my iron was bad,
Now it’s totally faulty.

Rendering me useless,
I wouldn’t drive,
The driveways on a busy intersection,
There must have been a reason why,

I felt this muck deep inside,


Called for help on the school run, yep.

But my help was in panic,
Navigation of three other ways,
Turned my car, forgot one way,
Suddenly there was silence,
Smoke coming out,
A bang went off,
I couldn’t hear a shout.

The car had collided with another on the way,
Everyone, thank God, was okay!
The other car was slightly damaged,
Mine a ride off,
But boy what a day.

But I’m sure in all my mess,
That I call this life,
There is adventure and beauty for thirst and for life,
There is blessings to be found,
A first sunny day,
Right before I had spent hundreds,
On fixing a slightly annoying sounding fan belt,
Due to be fixed 40 minutes after the fact,
God had been watching,
He had put out his hand.

Thank you Lord for all that you do.

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Nobel Inventor.

Kary Mullis,
Died in 2019,
A biochemist,
Working in a laboratory.

Inventor, not afraid to speak out,
Died right before his Nobel prize was to be wrung out,
He’s done his job,
Spoke out when he was young,
Against the corruption that his invention could entail probably written in several high class emails,

In 2020, just 6 months after he died,
His 1993 Nobel prize invention began to rule the world,
Against his wishes,
He had to be gone,
The corruption, the lies had to entice the world,

And what is it this inventor created?
You’ve probably seen it,
You’ve had it invade ya,
For it is the humble PCR test

I’ll leave it to you to decide on the rest….




http://www.bit.ly/2VkYLla

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The Rooster Alarm.

Sleep.
Doesn’t come easily as a single mum….
Someone’s down the roads rooster being the household alarm….
Waking my kids at early AM,
I can not get a handle on sleep again.

I’m knackered and anxious,
Stung thin…
While the rooster Crows at break of day, even before then.

And I’m exhausted once alone, to do the best job I can,
With the kids dad telling me I’m failing them,
They run away,
From responsibility,
Don’t wanna deal with their lives,
Not the ones to deal with their crap,
Fob it off to the next females lap.

I’m exhausted I’m tired,
The days are young,
They won’t last forever,
I wish I could believe that statement, clever.

For I know one day life will become simple,
And I won’t as frequently see my kids dimples,
But right now time drag’s,
Another day on little sleep,
Tired and weary, and yet my patience to keep…

So I pace myself,
Do what I can,
Listen to my body,
And learn to accept offers of help from my family’s hands.

For I am weary, tired,
Slightly alone,
Seeking comfort in God,
I’m never alone.

But man this is tough,
It’s so hard I say,
And toiling me in almost every way.

These days are short,
These numbers on sleep; futile,

They won’t last forever,
But boy does time stand still,
Thanks to the rooster who lives up the hill.





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Tug-of-war.

A world I don’t understand,
A world that is different to mine,
A world that is spinning,
In another dimension of time,

Realities vastly different,
One yearning for escape,
Blasting those who are different,
He’s blasting them as an escape.

The horrible spew that comes from their mouths,
Teeming and torturous, horrendous hopes,
Blasting from their mouths like their best well wishes,
While they wish those different to sleep with the fishes.

The other side calls,
The other side yearns,
To be understood,
And to be heard.

To work beside, and not beneath,
Those who are hurting, those that are spiritually weak,
Drive out that evil,
No room in this garden,
For I’ve got to keep my head on level.

And so it is here I end with a prayer,
For you, me and anyone there.
I pray Dear father in heaven,
Show your face to those who cause disconcert,
Change the heart of that man lead servant.
I pray Lord here, hear me now,
As I lay my heart down, on the ground,
Forgive my shortcomings today,
And I pray that things will be done your way.

In Jesus name, amen.

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Resilience.

It has slow build up,
Hardly even noticing,
The waves overlap,
Getting closer, moving in.

Suddenly they are upon us,
Hardly swimming,
Fighting the current,
No way, we need saving,

Some fight the battle,
Alone by themselves,
Resisting, battling,
Getting no where fast still,

While I use to be, one of those gals,
Fighting the upstream,
I know better now.

For faith, when I pray
God’s listening,
Repentance for my errors,
In all the different ways,

Like a child is best when they tell their parents the truth,
Understanding can be given,
An obvious truce,

When I turn to God,
I humble myself,
Like a child to their father,
I admit the hard things and my not so great ways,

For God’s on my side,
He holds the battle,
My fight upstream is no longer an upheaval battle,

I need to make strides,
God calms the water,
While the others struggle,
To their own stormy weather.

For now I will end,
a new thing I am doing,
as part of my journey,
And healing story,

For now I will pray,
For those who need it today,
For those in my story,
To our God I pray:

Please help me,
My enemies too,
Help me see the ways,
I can improve,

To my enemies,
Help them lord to see your face,
Help them know,
And help them see,
You in all your mighty and glorious ways.

In Jesus name, Amen.