Category Archives: poetry

Live within the day

Here’s a short poem I wrote when on my cruise a month ago. I think you will ‘sea’ where my inspiration lies.

Disquiet torrents torment my mind
I find that I’m all at sea
Awash with swirling, twirling thoughts
That seek to capsize me
Quiet voice, quiet self
Give in to the gentle sway
Pause and find a solace here
Live within the day


Framed by the I Am!

I felt different. New. Not me and yet so much more me than I had ever been before. Altered and yet complete. I had always sensed this was who I was and yet had been unable to find myself.
I had remained hidden within the folds of other’s expectation. Lost in the skirt of my mother, the cloak of my father. Defined by the uniforms of my friends and the suits of my coworkers. Each article of clothing I had taken on had shaped me. And yet not me, but a reflection of them.
He stripped me of those facades. Laid me bare. Oh the shame! The revealing of my emancipated self. Gaunt, thin, hollow and weak. Who I really was. I cried, whimpered, feeling exposed and uncertain. I had been terrified. Certain the shame would kill me. Yet the love in His eyes compelled me. I allowed the shedding of my clothing. Clinging to Him as He laid bare my existence and stripped away my dependance.
Once revealed He tenderly and carefully clothed me in His love and acceptance. Cleaned, released and assured of His love I was surprised by the image I saw reflected in His gaze. Regal, strong and sure. The image of a princess in all her glory and splendour could be seen.
Was this me? Could it be? The voice of my experience wanted to cry out no. But a voice older still, found in the place of my beginning – where I had been knit together – resonated the truth. I was a child of the King. Suddenly I was found. The cadence of my life balanced in the reflection of His stare. The sense of identity and value aligned to the image reflected in His eyes. No shame, no pain, no facade. Instead, found through the shedding of all I thought was dear, I found a greater truth. I am because He Is. The I Am has framed me!

His Child!

His child!

Turning, burning, hurting, churning
Our hearts burdened, weighed down
Caught in the cycle of each role we play
Sometimes We feel like we’ll drown

Cook, cleaner, even candlestick maker
Mother, student, friend
Primping here, rescuing there
How many ways can we bend

Today We choose to let it all go
To fall in the arms of our Dad
Abba We cry and with a big sigh
We make our Father’s heart glad

Now twirling, turning, laughing, learning
We’re ready for one ride that’s wild
With one great Father, MY Father, your Father
The wonder of being His child

I have something to say

I’ve been silent for way too long
Yet I have something to say
Believing a lie, the well had run dry
But I have something to say

Distracted, redirected, pulled from the course
Not knowing I’d lost my way
Cost me more than the loss of my voice
Living a life in grey

Shocked to find the silence profound
I ran to the Source, the Way
Reminded He’s here, He’d never let go
That He walks with me day by day

It’s in this place where I rest in Him
That I find something to say
In the good and the bad whether happy or sad
Silence’s no longer my way

The well’s again full with the Source of life
I have something to say
Praise to declare, Truth to share
I have something to say

Finding my voice

Come out, come out wherever you are?
I call.
Desperate to find her
– my voice

A catch of a sleeve in a letter to a friend
The glimpse of a shoe peaking out in conversation
Sometime I catch her completely
– my voice

In indescribable joy we dance
revelling in the word flow
A piece written
A thought complete
– my voice

Fragments, Forgotten phrases
Attention wavers
A Peter Panian like shadow
She slips through my fingers
– my voice

I sigh…
Will she ever be completely mine?

– Raelle

A favourite poem by Robert Burns

Today I just want to share a paraphrase of the “first psalm” as written by Robert Burns.
It’s metre, language and tone I love, and how wonderful the truth contained. So today why not read it and take in the beauty of the words.

“The man, in life wherever plac’d
Hath happiness in store,
Who walks not in the wicked’s way
Nor learns their guilty lore!

Nore from the seat of scornful pride
Casts forth his eyes abroad,
But with humility and awe
Still walks before his God.

That man shall flourish like the trees,
Which by the streamlets grow;
The fruitful top is spread on high
And firm the root below

But he whose blossom buds in guilt
Shall to the ground be cast,
And, like the rootless stubble, tost
Before the sleeping blast.

For why? That God the good adore,
Hath giv’n them peace and rest,
But hath decreed that wicked man
Shall ne’er be the blest”

When is paper bag more than a paper bag?

So when is a paper bag more than a paper bag? When it’s a thank you gift.
This recent ditty written to honour our volunteers at South West explains

“We are here to declare
Because we are very aware
That without your gift of service true
We don’t know what we would do
For you are worth a mint to us
We know that in you we can trust
That is why there’s a MINT inside
For we look on you with pride

In this House we are blessed
He’s given us the very best
Some sing, some greet and some dance
Some count or lend a helping hand
It really is limitless
the talents that are amongst us
So when you hold the COIN of GOLD
Know from God you have gifts untold

There is give in all you do
You’re able to be stretched it’s true
And this year each and everyone
Has been stretched in all they’ve done
For we have growth in numbers and heart
And each of you has done your part
So when you see the RUBBER BAND
Know we’re thankful with us you stand

All work no play now that won’t do
We all love a joke or two
This House is filled with lots of laughter
Following the example of our senior pastors
So when you see the BALLOON inside
The fun remember not to hide
We pray you continue to employ
A spirit of love and life and joy

What we love the very most
Is that you have no heart of boast
You do not do this for the praise
That is definitely not the case
Instead it is for God you’re ‘sold’
For His glory is your goal
So all this is packaged in a PAPER BAG
Plain and unassuming with a little tag
To represent your humble heart
As we all play our God given part

May you count it joy my friend
That you to us God did send
He certainly knew what he was about
Of that us pastors have no doubt
To say thank you and thanks to God
With this little gift and card
We really could do no less
So thank you from all of South West”