The Disciples

The Disciples

Here they wait on Easter Saturday.

They are huddled together in silence.

What will happen next?

They question in the darkness.

Will he rise? Really?

Did he really say, 'I will rise in three days'?

But that was the devil whispering.

Like he did many a time before.

Yet this time he is whimpering.

If you listen, you hear him.

As he is slowly crushed by the foot of the one above him.

We stand and sit in awe of Jesus, the one who will crush the devil.

Jesus... the one who rose again.

The one who keeps his promises.

So, it will be as God promised in the beginning.

As it says in Genesis 3:15

'he will crush your head and

you will strike his heal.'

'Really?' is not going to convince God's people.

We stand or sit together, virtually, or otherwise.

Believing that our Lord Jesus will return.

We fight together, in his name.

Each time we love and trust God, we see you.

As the powerless worm you are.

We all know that God has a plan.

One day he will return and make all anew.

He will BOOM! You can only whisper.

God Speaks

Where are you my child?
I know you are sad, angry and in pain.
But I have been all these things and more.

Please just talk to me.
I am waiting at the door.
When you are ready, let me in.

To you I sent my son.
So that we could talk again.
Because I love you... whatever.

Endometriosis

This poem is written for endometriosis awareness month. As I know people dear to me and may have it myself, I thought I would help spread awareness.  I’d hate to think of more young women thinking “painful periods are normal; I can’t really complain”. If the pain stops you from going about your day, see a doctor, I hope you find a good and compassionate one. Have a read, this is for you.

Dear Endo,

You are a ?

You are a shadow.

You are a pain.

How do I figure you out?

How when no blood test exists...

How when there is family history, symptoms, but you don't show?

No show in ultrasounds.

No show for the debilitating pain and symptoms.

No show unless you have a laparoscopy.

What now? I record and store data

What now? I avoid feeding you blood (by not having periods).

What now? I take a plethora of medications to avoid you.

For there you might be.

For there you hurt and tease.

For there you are please stop.

Doctors please stop and listen.

Doctors from what you hear, please act.

Doctors pick up your skills and knowledge.

Get the word out, help us to fight Endometriosis.

Favourite Dress

I met someone recently who had a favourite dress.
Pink. Bow on the front, not tired up.
Free, relaxed, worn in the comfort of home.
This was her favourite dress.

Seeing her put it on, still wet from the washing machine...
Well it made me think of my favourite dress.
Of how certain items of clothing make us feel.
How they can tell us something about the person wearing them.

In that light, let me tell you about my favourite dress.
It is moss green, old, lose fitting, and is made of rayon.
It has black buttons down half of the back and
is covered with black birds. I throw it on so easily, so naturally.

I wear it on my days off, it helps me relax.
Huddled up, laying down, stretching out,  no one else around.
Or there may as well be. Because this dress is one I wear when comfortable.
So good news, if I wear it around you, I'm truly relaxed with you.

You know who you are. Family, close friends and dogs.
I love you and can recharge. I don't feel observed and judged.
Because you are people and animals that stick around.
When I've had a hard day and get emotional, you help me get through.

This isn't just about a dress, it's about what it means.
It means that I am giving myself time to reflect, no expectations, no pressure.
So, reader, how about you.  I'm wearing mine as I write this poem.
I want to hear about your favourite item... what do you come back to and repair?

What is your favourite dress?

Feel

All of it. Pain, sorrow, not only yours but others.
So deep it wounds you.

But... if I did not feel...
How would I know?

To just hold, stroke, speak gently.
Be present and give all attention.

Till you find the pain bearable.
For I bear it with you.

Truly sorry that someone I
care about is in such pain.

So... thank you God.
For allowing me to feel.

To feel a little like you did.
When you bore all our pain.

“Come, Mr. Frodo!' he cried. 'I can't carry it for you, but I can carry you.”

― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

Fire Extinguisher

-Dedication: To all the Fire Fighters in NSW... thank you.-

Flames. Any kind.

Easy to exacerbate. Easy to create. 

But hard to tame. 

How do you lessen a flame?

It takes time to quell.

Why? Because fire is powerful.

Angry fire, boiling emotions.

Fire is real, hot, and decimates fast.

How to make still? Still enough to quench?

We'll need resources: patience, time, respect.

A clear head and a calm presence.

Let it still and slowly soften the flame.

It is love.

 Love that gives what is needed.

To save relationships, treasures and life.

The willingness to fight back  the flames.

So thank you to firefights of NSW.

Those who put themselves at risk,

to save others, often strangers.  

Thank you for showing us bravery. 

For your example we can find courage to fight.

To fight flames of anger and powerful emotions. 

To help others fight internal flames.

To say 'hey, let's take a breath together'. 

Because if a fire-fighter can stand up to flames...

Then so must I. 

With you by my side. 

Luke 18: "For nothing is impossible with God"

"Come to me, my people"

"They will be my people and I will be there God@. Sath the Lord.

Why do I complain?
I have been a victom, yes. But lately that is all.

Lord, I have paused on your path.
At times I even forgot.

So filled with sorrow I could not see.
Could not sing as I walked along.
Stumbling, on I stayed.

Why? because nothing could separate
me from you God my Father.
Somthing keeps me traveling on.
For I trust the one who first trod.

Christ, the one sent to guide.
To be the light in the darkness.
So I follow the light.
The one who has borne many burdens.

Always bringing me back.
Picking me up. Taking me home.
Pursading me to eat and drink.
Oh, to be nurished my your word.

Thankyou for not letting me go.
When I am ready to give up.
You are are not. So here I come.
To you, most high God.

Forever I am yours.