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Waiting (in memory of Gwen Pitt)

This is the poem I wrote for my Nan’s funeral two years ago. We still miss her, and all those who we have loved who are no longer with us. But we have hope that we will be reunited one day.

 

For you

The wait is over

The frail shell that held you here

Forgotten now as you run freely

Into the arms of the One who always loved you best

Welcomed with joy

Reunited with those who went before you

Celebrating a life well lived

Pain and suffering

Now just a fading memory

 

For us

Those who are left behind

It is harder

Our wait continues

We keep the memories

Bittersweet memories

Moments of joy

Tinged with the sadness

That you are no longer with us

 

One day

Our wait will be over too

On a day when all pain and sorrow

Will be at an end

We will meet again

 

Until then

We must press on

Trusting in Him for what awaits us

Knowing that you have joined the great cloud of witnesses

Cheering us on

 

Until that day

We wait

And say

Goodbye

For now

 

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It is not me

It is not me

that has the plan

or needs the plan

I have dreams

Let me never settle

for less than Your dreams for me

Such big ideas

Of where I want to go

Of what I want my life to be

And You see that

Because they are dreams

which You gave me

But that’s what I love about You

You speak – things happen

Ideas into reality

Nothing becomes something

Not just something

Something AMAZING

You are not done yet

I am a work in progress

But Your Word always wins

You always know

What I need to hear

To keep me believing

 

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May I Be the Moon

I used to want

To be the sun

Glorious and beautiful

With all eyes

Looking to me for light

The centre of my own private galaxy

But that is something that I cannot be

The world does not revolve around me

After all, what am I?

A random clump of dust and dirt

Tumbling through open space

Lost in darkness

Until I found the light

Of the One True Sun

Truly glorious and beautiful

So now I pray and dream

Of being the moon

My face forever turned

Towards the Sun

Seeking only His light

And content to reflect

For I have no light of my own

But the moon in its humilty

Has a great calling too

To those lost in the darkest night

Where they cannot yet see the Sun

May I be the moon

Shining in the darkness

Always reflecting

Guiding them onwards

Helping them to find their way

Out of the night

Into the bright new day

Where they can see and enjoy

Bask in the glorious light

And dwell forever

In the warmth

Of the presence

Of the One True Son