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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At Pentecost

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Expectation hovered over them
as they, the believers there,
with their stories to tell,
and their memories to share….

Broke the bread and drank the wine
for a death that didn’t last,
sang the Psalms, spoke his words
from the three years past.

Squashed together in the upper room,
the rough with the refined,
their commonality their faith,
their joy the strongest bind.

A whistling cyclone filled the house
and as light as the touch of grace,
tongues of fire fell on their heads
and languages filled the place.

They spoke in tongues unknown,
of God and his wondrous ways;
the Spirit upon them, they spoke his words,
as prophesied for the last days.

The Church was born in that upper room
that Pentecost Sunday, that day,
Believing, accepting the message they heard
three thousand followed The Way.

Expectation turned to worship,
to boldness and to power,
that flowed out to the nations
from that place, from that hour.

© Copyright Ellen Carr 2017

From you, Mum

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How much have I learnt –
how many ingrained truths
well-worn habits
turns of phrase
tricks of trade
lines of humour –
and wisdom
from you, Mum?

How much have I learnt –
how many ways to live
get involved
have a go
reach out
invite in –
and share
from you, Mum?

How much have I learnt –
how many truths of faith
enduring patterns
every-day prayers
reading of the Word
worshipping –
and trust
from you, Mum?

You set my path from childhood
steered me on my way.
And for this I’m thankful
on this new Mother’s Day.

© Copyright Ellen Carr 2017

There is Resurrection (Easter: Part 3)

There is Despair (Easter: Part 2)

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There was Darkness (Easter: Part 1)

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.