All Can Be Saved – even you and me

God’s love is everlasting

His love is ever true

God’s love is just and perfect

Free to all of us

God’s love is for all

Everyone including you

God’s love is for all

Everyone including me.

 

God’s grace is so unending

Fathomless and ever so deep

Undeserved favour waiting

For me and for you.

God’s love is for all

Everyone including you

God’s love is for all

Everyone including me.

 

God’s mercy, oh God’s mercy

Gives all a real Hope

Of forgiveness to its fullest

Of life eternally.

God’s love is for all

Everyone including you

God’s love is for all

Everyone including me.

P. of R.

I met a girl today whose point of reference had been ripped from her grasp and she looked  and sounded lost. The empathy I feel for such people kicked in and I found myself saying “I am so sorry that happened to you like that, I wish I had been around for you to talk to” 

She was a little girl lost, in a sea of grown up waves crashing down unmercifully on her body. She didn’t know how this new reference point was going to play out. Her life needed to be rewritten with this new lens attached. I saw her pain, it almost visible as she jerked in her seat, thrusting her body forward then throwing it back. Her arms like tentacles could not stay still. She lurched from topic to topic. I prayed for her, what else could I do. I could not rewrite her history for her, I was too busy checking in with my history to see what impact {if any} this piece of information might fit.

For me, the news made sense. It wasn’t that it explained a whole pile of stuff. It did coat everything in a layer of honesty. Because that made sense, that my whole life was somehow a lie. Or without full disclosure. But now I had that information it slotted in like the keys in the movie “city of Ember” allowing clarity to flood in my consciousness. 

I choose not to name the information here, I choose to leave it anonymously in the background, I choose to love the lost girl and the found girl and I choose to be kind and love myself in the wake of the discovery.

It should’ve been you

I was having a quick sound bite of a conversation about the lectionary on Sunday. One person was looking at the three “lost” parables from a cynics point of view. I was thinking about the fruit of the Spirit and it got me thinking about what the prodigal would say to his older brother:
It should’ve been you

You stayed, you worked

Each day in every way

You were faithful and true

It should’ve been you.
It should’ve been you

Patient when dad got mad

Gentle with new born lambs

Kind to all the workers

It should’ve been you.
It should’ve been you

Not asking for more, nil greed

Singing the songs of old with joy

Resolving conflict all the day long

It should’ve been you.
When dad ran, against tradition

And threw his arms around me

It should’ve been you

The love he had for me, so apparent

The joy is each foot fall

It should’ve been you

But brother let me tell you

Really tell you as it is

That love is extended to both of us

Dad was over the moon to see me

But with joy he saw you each day.
Faithful son, full of fruit

To me, it made sense for it to be you

You alone deserved that love

BUT 

And this changes everything

The party he threw for me

You got an invite too

We both are loved by…

A fantastic dad

A wonderful father 

SO

Brother don’t stay bitter

Come let’s dance this night together 

Let’s celebrate with love

For we have THE BEST DAD EVER.

Merry-go-round

The plastered smile grins

Phoney, dancing & prancing

Up and down on a pole

Happy battle waltzes tinge the air

As tourists strolls along the prom

 

The painted faces on the horses never change

Forever caught in mid neigh delight

I don’t know what’s real anymore

The duality of seaside living

Stops the truth from grasping hold.

 

Were you cheating or is that a dream?

Held in falsetto choir ringing in my ears

The gulls take their strategic places

Atop signage and the quaint street lamps

Ready to swoop and steal pastries

From unsuspecting folk below.

 

Remember when you said you loved me

That we would never part

Remember all those promises

We made so long ago.

 

I sit watching the children on the carousel

And wonder is that where I’m at.

Living in a goldfish bowl

Each hint, lie trick

As if it was the first –

Never experienced before.

 

Seeing the doctor didn’t help

Him being your mate, I s’pose

The tablets zonked me out

Forgetting even my name

 

I should be able to stand tall

Married to the town mayor and all

And yet I feel equine sympathy

For the plaster caricatures

With my face plastered in pancake

I vacuously grin

With all the other wives

Each time we banquet together.

 

At least the horses have a plan

To go up and down

And round and round

I have no blueprint for my life

Your epitaph should read:

Paul Mason, duplicitous mayor,

Lying husband, philanderer, cheat

Mine will read – FOOL.

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Judgeth {thee} not …

You left me in that moment

Though you didn’t move an inch

Eyes glazed over

Ears stuffed shut

 

Judging me in your presence

Watching my words, not soul

My heart shattered

My mouth closed

 

Fragile life hung in balance

Do I take on board your hate?

My soul cried out

The helper salved me

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avoiding the cup

I just couldn’t pretend

that all was well

“tickety boo”

and I avoided the cup

I wanted to scream and shout

and jump up and down

My prayer life suddenly

precisely vile and lent

thank God he is bigger

than any self pitying

tantrum I could raise.

I thank God that he is bigger

in love for me than I

deserve.

I thank God for the guy

and for flick on the back of my head.

I thank God and crawl

to turn over the page

 

Love {is} #2

trollied

Supermarket sweeping

Looking for love

Shelves of empty promises

Filling trollies with spurious claims

 

BUT

 

Love cannot be bought

Cannot be purchased in a buy one get one free promotion

 

AND

 

Love is not earned and cannot be taken away

True love from the author of creation

Is free not in a frenzied shopping spree

 

It is freely available

To all on this raggedy ann planet

God loves each one, equally – the same

And nothing

No nothing

Can change that eternal truth.

meeting love

In the quiet.

In the quiet

I hear your voice

That still

Small voice

That speaks of love.

In the quiet

In the quiet

I praise Your name

Precious

Father

Creator of all

In the quiet

In the quiet.

you ask

I come

In the silence of my everyday.

in the quiet

This is a song, with no music…