This was written a few years back but it’s still true! May God give you hope on this Easter Sunday even in this time of the pandemic and its sad impact. God is still in control. Christ is Risen!
Green hills stretch out and a breeze blows in
as I step into the familiar,
so close to my heart,
so much my home.
The path by the house is my well-trodden way,
that leads to the brown back door,
so usually open,
so much my home.
The welcome that meets me whenever I go,
reaches me deep in my soul,
so rich is its warmth,
so much my home.
Though the years have passed slowly by
and I now live far away,
there's history at work
around my dear home.
Now the memory pictures play
on the vivid screen of my brain,
though others now live there
in my dear home.
Memories of family and fervent faith,
of a father on his knees
in prayer each night,
so dear my home.
Pictures of laughter and gentle love,
of a mother who did so much
to bring me to faith,
so dear my home.
The lessons I learnt of sharing and love,
of grace and an open door,
have stood me well
in my new dear home.
Knowing the value of warmth and faith,
of well-worn tables and chairs,
has guided the welcome
in my new dear home.
Green lawns stretch out and a gentle breeze,
wafts round this shelter of love,
not just a house,
so much my new dear home.
What did you do in your house last night?Did you sort out the clocks and get them all right?Did you fix up the microwave, stove and TV,turn their clocks on so their times all agree?Did you work out the way to change each device,which buttons to press or to tap once or twice?Did you alter the wall clock and bedside alarm,the clock in your car and the watch on your arm? Then, after you'd done all that changing of clocks,did you check out the fire alarms and all the locks?Did you get yourself moving, and early to bedso you'd wake bright and chirpy, not grumpy instead?Did you leap out of bed with a sense of delightthat somehow the morning still seemed like the night?Did you think of the power you'll be saving each day,now Daylight Saving has come into play?
Or did you get sleepily out of your bed,wondering why you were feeling half dead,remember the reason and, with a sigh,wish you could wave Daylight Saving goodbye!
Today I am sharing this lovely poem and artwork by J E McWhinnie, with his kind permission.
The Mailbox
by j.e. mcwhinnie
At the far end of the dusty road,
where the farm gave way to the highway,
at the corner of the fence of the northwest forty,
where the letters of life were exchanged.
Here on a post, weathered and leaning,
in a box of rust and wire,
here where a flag did rise and fall
where the mailman came to call.
There at the juncture of a farm and a world,
there where a left-handed car did pause,
there where the wares in their catalogs came,
there at the end of the lane.
Then one fateful day the young boy left,
then the mailman came no more,
then when the farm turned sad and fallow,
and oh, how I miss it so.
A motley crew, we wait and pray.
The Master's gone. We wished he'd stay.
The Baptism, the promised power,
is coming soon, the awaited hour.
Pentecost. We're all together,
A violent wind, noisy weather,
blows inside, a mighty sound.
Tongues of fire spread around,
rest upon each person's head.
Our voices speak, Spirit-led.
We speak in words of unknown tongue,
men and women, old and young.
A traveller come from far away,
hears his language on that day.
He understands. The words are clear,
a simple message to his ear.
Jesus Saviour, Lord of all,
great Messiah. Heed his call.
Brother Peter takes the floor,
tells the Good News, stirs up awe.
Calls repentance. Be baptised.
Receive the Spirit, the gift so prized.
Thousands listen, turn around,
to follow Jesus, freedom found.
A Church explosion, mighty acts,
prayer and praise. Amazing facts.
Glimpses of Light: Stories of imagination and hope
Here’s another Mother’s Day bargain. This anthology of stories and poems around the theme of light, written by members of Christian Writers’ Downunder, is selling at a special price right now.
Two of my poems are included in this book, along with some wonderful other poetry and stories. I highly recommend it.
My poetry book, SHOES OFF, FEET UP: POEMS OF EVERYDAY LIFE AND FAITH is available free for 2 days, right now, as a Mother’s Day treat.
Please feel free to download it. (And if you’d like to comment, or send me a message, or leave a review , that would be great. Otherwise, just enjoy some everyday poetry.)
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