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Expecting – an advent poem

2014-11-30 22.04.25

And we wait

Excitement building as the nights draw in

the coca-cola advert the first clue

that the season is on its way

Soon enough

fairy lights will flicker on house fronts

and we will count down the days with chocolates

the weeks with candles

And the shopping begins

and dreams of what might be found

in stockings hung on mantlepieces

or at the foot of the bed

but do we really know

what we are waiting for

Think back

for one girl

there were nine months of waiting

a young expectant mother

knowing her life would change completely

unaware how completely her child would change the world

and as months pass

the expectation grows

“He will save His people”

Nine months from promise to fulfillment

or longer?

as the promise was made long before

clocks go back 700 years

A promis spoken

“unto us a son is given”

“prince of peace”

light in the darkness

hope is born in an expectant people

waiting

for the silence to be broken

for the promise to be fulfilled

the promise made long before

looking back through time

hints and clues along the way

back to the beginning

the birth of the world

the first people

a promise broken

and a new promise made

the offspring who would redeem

Son of God, Son of Man

and the years passed

until the time came for the child to be born

to live

to grow

to die

and live again

so now we look back

as we look forward

to the day of celebration

For He is here

yet He is coming

so in expectation we await

the promise fulfilled

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the empty hand

I am not incomplete

I do not feel like part of me is missing

I know that I am loved

And the One who made me

Made me enough

On my own

But sometimes

As I walk along

And my hand hangs by my side

And there is something missing

My hand needs another hand to hold

‘It is not good for man to be alone’

We are made for community

But more than that

We are built for relationships

Intimacy

I know that one day

My longing will be met

My hand won’t be empty

but treasured

held

and later, maybe,

smaller hands

will cling to mine

and call me home

But until then

I wait

and trust that it will be

worth the wait

for the hand made to hold mine

My Life in Your Service

my life in Your service

You guiding, teaching, learning, leading

me following, learning, longing

the interplay of melody and harmony

my life an unfinished song You are writing

a song that sings of the wonders You have done

my simple notes embellished and decorated

by Your grace notes

to create something beautiful

on my own, I am nothing

but the simple equation of

You

+

me,

Me

+

You,

becomes a multiplication

as You are so much greater

than the sum of all my parts

my simple digits

my ones and zeros

made a complex equation

me minus You equals nothing

me plus You equals everything

me plus You plus others equals fulfillment

and as the music plays

I shuffle around the floor

but when I let You lead

my dance is transformed

grace in my movements

flowing from Your love

I spin and turn

always secure in Your hold

trusting You know how to lead

trusting You know where I am going

my dance made beautiful by You

My life in Your service

a song

a sum

a dance

harmony

symmetry

grace

In Pursuit

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There is a path

a road

laid out in front of me

 

It twists

It turns

Sometimes the path seems to go back on itself

and I feel like I’m walking in circles

 

Sometimes a road block appears

and I try to scramble over it

and I fall

and pick myself up

and dust myself off

and try to climb again

(or go around it)

 

Sometimes the road forks

and I have to choose

left or right

right or left

but I can trust that

either way

will take me where I need to go

(although I know one way may be quicker)

 

Sometimes the darkness falls

and I can’t see the way ahead

and I just have to keep

stepping on

one foot in front of another

trusting that You will guide me

 

In pursuit of my dreams

In pursuit of Your plans

There are twists and turns

Roadblocks and forks

and sometimes dark valleys

But I can keep on

knowing

“Your Word is a lamp to my feet

and a light to my path”

the cotton reel

2014-08-22 22.13.06

Fragile

I tangle so easily

get caught up in things that don’t matter.

I stretch

tug

and snap.

I spin round and round and get tied up in knots.

When I try to be useful

I get myself in a mess of broken dreams and tangled threads.

I need to be broken

unknotted

unravelled

stripped back down to just being me

and let You reweave

the threads of my life

twining the cords of me and You

together

for You make me stronger than I could ever be on my own

and You rethread me

and work me into Your great tapestry

and though my part of the picture may be small

it is significant

my colours shine the beauty

of Your design

and though I may never see the whole pattern

I will play my part with joy

Knowing Your hand guides my movements

weaving my life with others

to create a beautiful picture

displaying Your glory for all to see.