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Daylight Saving

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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 bed
so you'd wake bright and chirpy, not grumpy instead?
Did you leap out of bed with a sense of delight
that 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! 

 

© Copyright Ellen Carr 28-9-17 (The day before Daylight Saving started here.)

 

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Apology

The rainbow banner which currently appears at the top of this blog does not reflect my views and has been placed there by WordPress without my permission. Apparently it will appear to all Australian viewers while the current survey on SSM is being conducted. It is not possible to have it removed according to WordPress.

 

The Mailbox

Today I am sharing this lovely poem and artwork  by J E McWhinnie, with his kind permission.

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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.

But Who?

jigsaw-its-still-puzzling-meDazzling beauty greets us

as we lift our gaze

to grandest mountains,

watching soft clouds drift

across a sapphire sky,

as a great hawk soars overhead.

But who is the artist?

 

Symphonic sounds rise together,

piercing the silence

of the morning light,

heralding joyous life,

a bird-song of movement,

and natural melodies.

But who writes the music?

 

Minute creatures crawl the ground,

slither and creep around

on tiny stomachs and legs,

weaving their silken webs,

or trailing silvery lines

in fine precision.

But who is their designer?

 

In intricacy or grandeur,

in whispers, or roaring waves,

the microscopic, the gigantic,

tiny feelers, or highest peaks,

all is in order,

all follows a plan.

There is One who oversees it all.

 

The jigsaw is fitted together,

so nothing is out of its place,

each piece the design of the Maker,

fashioned in detail by His hands

to take its place

in the glorious world,

sustained by His wisdom and care.

 

The mystery of the beginning,

the puzzle of how things will end,

in the hands of the loving Creator,

are ordered, secure and sure,

in His big plan

for all of time.

The puzzle is complete.

Pentecost

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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.

© Ellen Carr 2016

This book is on special

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.

Here’s the link to it on Amazon:

http://www.amazon.com/Glimpses-Light-Stories-poems-imagination/dp/0994398921/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

My poetry book free for 48 hours

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.)

http://www.amazon.com/Shoes-Off-Feet-Up-everyday/dp/099448660X