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Surrogates for Tears

Maybe if my eyes stay dry
My lips stop quivering
I swallow the cord
That ‘stricts my throat,
Maybe then it will not be
Reality, this “good-bye.”

“That’s a good girl,
Don’t cry.”

But what I want most is to weep.
To let it go; let the sweet
Release of tears
Ease the ache.
But years have won their way.
I have forgotten how
To let sobs voice my
Heart sounds. Its door
Craves opening.
But
It can not.

“That’s a good girl
Don’t cry.”

A parting wave,
False smile,
Some tired cliché’s
Are poor relief for sadness.
So, I weep these words
As surrogates for tears,
And pour them on this page;
Healing oil
To ease my pain at parting.

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Made Me Think

Reading Randall’s post and the words to the old hymn came to my mind;  My Hope is Built on Nothing Less by Edward Mote.  Here are the words thanks to Cyberhymnal.

My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness.
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly trust in Jesus’ Name.

Refrain
On Christ the solid Rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

When darkness seems to hide His face,
I rest on His unchanging grace.
In every high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the veil.

Refrain

His oath, His covenant, His blood,
Support me in the whelming flood.
When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my Hope and Stay.

Refrain

When He shall come with trumpet sound,
Oh may I then in Him be found.
Dressed in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne.

Refrain

Even economic Tsunamis should not wash away really solid foundations.  Not to say that they won’t be shaken but the rock under us should be solid.  We must not let our affluence trick us into choosing to build our lives on wealth which can come and go seemingly overnight.

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The day begins

Got a stupid phone call in the middle of the night – 2:30 am – from someone who must have been drunk as a skunk. 

Lost about two hours sleep after that. 

And today is going to be busy.

Lord,
Give me energy for the day
Help me to see clearly
Make my hands steady.

Though I am tired,
Give me an alert mind
Words that reflect your wisdom
And your love.

I am going to need you near me today, God,
And you promised.

For the honor of your Name
Help me live up to the name I have chosen as mine
To follow. 

Today, Lord, just one moment of grace at a time,
Till rest comes at its end.

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Dark Holes

Today there is a hole

Dark and deep

Within me.

I look over the edge

And try to see

What’s there.

Just blackness.

I am not wise enough

To see the depths.

I feel all lost

As if I am wandering

Perhaps I lost my compass

In that dark hole.

 

I wonder why I dropped my compass

Just at the moment I tried to see

The depths.

Maybe one should not try so hard

To see what wisdom hides,

Trusting to be led from day to day

By one whose hand is steady and

Already knows the way.

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Its prayer week around here

It is quiet in the church at 7:15. Most mornings this week I have come alone and prayed alone. Well, one is never all alone when one comes aside for a bit to meet with God. And it doesn’t take a prayer week for God to show up since he is always with me – as our prayers for this week remind me – Christ above me and below me, on my left and on my right.

Most people probably think that they can just stay at home on these cold early mornings and that will just be peachy keen with God. And it will be. God is gracious but he does like to talk to us and he apparently loves for us to tell him our stuff. So, if they have been reminded of this and taken time to spend in quiet with God this week, our goal of calling the members of our congregation to prayer this week will have been accomplished.

But I am afraid most people have not taken much time. We can ignore God quite successfully when we are not in some distressing situation that stops us in our usual busy tracks.

What most people do not realize is that it is good to pray. Not just morally good in the sense that we call ourselves Christian and therefore should pray. It is just good. It is like sitting down on the couch beside a loving parent and having a good talk. It is like laying your head on the shoulder of your mother when you need to talk or cry or when you have a special joy to share.

When I pray I experience the reality of God and I together, sometimes talking, sometimes just sitting together. It is good.

On Prayer

What creates in me this need

To be alone in silence

Before You, to raise my eyes

To see if You are here, to

Let my ears become attuned,

Attend the almost silent

Whisper of Your voice?

Only Your living love can

Woo my soul like this. You

Alone, You are God.

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Composing

Just trying my hand at something that might work as a song.  I have a tune in my head.  Maybe I will try some composing too.
 
 
O, Lord
You’ll always be
A mystery to me.
A God of power and might
Protecting me,
And with your Mother’s arms
You carry me.
When I am lost
I will be found in you.
 
O, Jesus
Teacher, friend            
My life’s example be
Your passion for our love
Amazes me.
That you would come to us
In human flesh
And die to buy
Our freedom with your life.
 
Oh Spirit
Come and be
Christ’s living breath in me.
Wisdom of Heav’n, your pow’r
Bestow on me.
Give me a heart of love
Nurture in me
The kind of care
That draws the world to you.
 
Let us return to you
Let us worship you
Transform our lives
Fill us with love
And send us out as light into the world.
 

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For Mother's Day

Mama             by Edwina Gateley

I did not know
how fiercely
a child could squeeze and loose
my heart.
I did not know
how deeply
his sudden, momentary absence
could chill my guts.
And I did not truly know
the passion
of God’s love
for me
until a child slipped
into my life
and called me "mama."

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