Writing Part Of A Eulogy Tomorrow.

Good God Please Help This girl
Affirm The good She's seen
As a daughter oughta
To spy through mists The gleam
Of the rainbow's ending,
Or is it where begins
The hope of life mending
(Throw out what's in our bins;
let come, good that's pending)

The day is done! Sweet 21!

J..... you grown man
of 21years,
just like some sown grain,
that multiplies ears

as it grows old-ly,
so may you as well,
following boldly
the way, and the smell,

of that Christ Jesus
who, as brother James
said, (hears and sees us,
his dad knows our names)

- was quick to listen,
- also slow to speak;
follow his glisten-
-ing life, let him tweak

your life to be that
same kind of God's-man.
I want to see what
God does, as he can.

Her Dad Is Dying...

Lord God, please give
your girl your grace
so as to live
and also trace

your good gifts here
in this bung place;
make her life cheer-
on those who praise

the GOOD, the seer
appreciates.
Give her the clear,
and too pervas-

-sive good idea
of what Love says
to who is dear,
in these tough days.

More quick to hear,
and other ways...
Please do your gear:
Love, which won't phase

out under fear.
For it's your face
that is our Spear,
and Hiding Place!

Our Father dear.

Amen

light on life, .......................................being quite near ...to the end of this year. Reflections on world-view... [If.your.eye.becomes.dark,how.dark.will.life.be.for.you?]

Reflections and shadows are somewhat like lenses, if the surface which holds the shadow, or forms the reflection is not flat (in the case of shadows on a surface, or reflections formed by a surface) or curved properly (as in the refraction of a lens), we know that the outcome will be "skewey". As with a wobbly world-view lens. Look at the shadow of the straight wire (distinct even from the shadow of the vine): 



Amen, Amen.

Thank you my God, for this year,
so many good things poured out,
all often passed by in fear,
sometimes they bring me more doubt.

Not that good things are doubt's cause;
I've always seen "through my eyes"
and as they grow their own flaws,
'twill be no surprise - to doubt my own eyes;

if light's not transmitted there,
the Sun seems no longer bright,
I'll not be able to share
vistas that once brought delight.

Unless it lives in my soul,
lighting my life from within,
my sight will never be whole
until love's-light has a win.

It's an internal sky-light,
by-passing windows and doors,
and makes for quite a high-light
when you accept that it's yours.

So, I'll open this sky-light,
accept the light (and some breeze),
save my day-room from twilight
grateful for what my eye sees.

YOU give lenses to see with,
and I'll accept what you give.
Father's heart longs to be with
his child; so with you I'll live.

Amen, Amen.

An Inconvenience Is Only An Adventure Wrongly Considered (And T'other Way Round.. - G.K.CHESTERTON)

I arrived home a few hours ago. No buses from Bathurst to Orange on Sunday nights so Shaz came and got me. Just about to go to bed when I thought to reflect on the past 10 days (in God's presence, with a cuppa tea. No milk for tea. Oh well, open the house up (it was musty smelling) and sit out on the cool front. .. Who should come by but Ian and Nathan, from further down our block, who went and got milk and asked questions which helped me recall some good things about our trip, and reminded me of tomorrow's commitments... (And got to talk with our neighbour who came out) I'm off to bed.

God bless these dear ones here in Aus. 
and help them rest in peace because 
they truly are loved, here 'n' now, 
before the curtain-fall and bow. 

 Hence all the fun that can be had 
enjoying play with Mum and Dad, 
not to earn both their love and trust, 
but as good celebrations must... 

they celebrate by using all 
the goodness that they have in store 
and push it past its limits yet 
growing goodness; lest we forget. 

Going hard

..hope these your days 
.. are goin' well'n.

God please do help,
with your graces,
Jon & Helen
in their places.

A friend's not feeling too crash hot, this Sunday

God please help this ol' mate
who's not feeling too well
to (with rest on Sunday)
learn to live out your smell,

your style, your fam-i-ly,
where you are all our "Dad;
with folk like him an' me,
you are our "value add-

-ed", it is your good grace
your love, your friendship true,
that makes for us a space.
So, we celebrate - YOU!

Sam stays in Bendigo

God give Sam grace
in this good choice,
to spread your ways,
live as your boys

who've gone ahead
have lived in your
presence, instead
of  "keeping law".

Keep his heart near
you, as he goes,
to let no fear/
fretful-repose

stop up his peace,
and quiet his joy.
Make these increase
in Sam your boy!

Please give your wise
spirit to help
all of these guys
now to not yelp

when the going
gets hard, but pray,
with a knowing
'fyou and your WAY.

She Finishes a year of nursing

God help her to finish well,
today and tomorrow.
Fight with us against the hell
of ignoring sorrow.

Joy in her, of your spirit,
that keeps this world alive
whisp'ring (at times I hear it)
so that we may all Thrive..
(not just only survive)

One of us, is brother Russ

God U R there
with ol' mate Russ,
we know U care,
we get con-fuzzed.

Give him Ur peace
-as Ur small child,
to know love please
though life's been wild.

Amen

PS - 90 THOUGHTS ABOUT LIFE. Part A

p.s. - 90

Lord, what's in your world around us
are pictures, portraits, hints
of things that would astound us
if we recognized their glints.

For instance I've been thinking
of "home" and "government"
& what it takes to make one
that "does the trick" for which it's meant.

Some people's lives are lived out
(as though they're on a stage)
to show they've got what it's about
"in The Ball Park", "on The Page".

Some folk's lives are quietly spent
just building, working well,
yet can still be to "pay the rent"
or "build the home" - from hell...

And then I thought of this phrase
"O Lord you've always been
our home (or just our dwelling place)"
though you've not been (by us) seen.

And now I see a further link
with what Yeshua said
'bout "where your treasure is", I think
-there your heart finds its bed.

And one trite little saying,
an old wives' tale I reckon;
what could they know 'bout brick-laying?
- though could know how to beckon, ...

to call the heart of their man
to build a nest of love true,
(not the glamored Hollywood sham)
a conduit letting love flow through.

And that little saying, 'kitsch',
comes flooding back just now to me:
"Home is where the heart is" which
sounds more like him, whose irony

spoke of those whose mouths with God-talk
were filled, they "named the Name";
but then he said (and didn't baulk):
their "hearts are far away".

That's far away - from God himself,
the One who could have been their home.
Instead, he left them on the shelf
- to FEEL, if they won't be shown.

Oh God, I want to live in you
as my home, and my "place"
to live and die, as one who
when born will see your face!

Grapplers4Christ!

God help this bunch.
Give them a hunch
Of where to go,
And how to show
off your life here
- fight for your cheer!
Your great cure,
IN Yeshua;
His cheer that day
(and so we say);
It is Finished!
We diminished,
Dead to the self,
'live in His Health!
With all our might
We will on fight!
Gr-apple-ing on
Where he has gone
And his light shone;
Our Sensai's won!

Putting Together Today

Hey, thanks. 

Those copies look clearer than the originals!

I'll put one together some time...

God help this man
To rest in you:
Take his old Sham-
Self to it's true..

True resting place
On its strong cross,
Not run from pain,
Nor fret 'bout loss.

Second Adam
Obeys your word
Gives (what he had)
'em, looks absurd.

Body wear it!
- all his demands.
Puts his Spirit
In Father's hands,

Each day list'ning
To truth's clear voice.
His life glist'ning
With each new choice.

Make us like him!
(I 'lready do!)
To hear your whim,
Harken to you!

What is truer?
-you sent Spirit,
Or Yeshua?
Now I hear "it"!

(God, You're "Do-er",
and a "Bluer"!
And a "Rester"
(In your nest-a)

A-a-amen!)

"Shell's... been very ill, but improving" - note from Man.

Had't  heard.
So, thanks Man.
Wow, absurd!
D'what we can!

God help Shell
to get well,
and thanks too
for what you do

in every flue,
cut 'n bruise,
you're there too
as the Muse.

There again,
wonder if
feeling pain
's in your brief?

Yes, you feel
pain! For I
felt it real,
in those mine.

And I see,
since this life
seems to be
like my wife

with children
inside-o',
time came when..
"Have to go!"

Where "go" meant
that they'd "come"
't share what went
on at home.

God, when I
stop to think
I wanta try
'n look, not blink..

and remind
You of Shell
who we find
in hospital.