Wednesday 9 December 2009

Who Knows?

A psalm. (like off of the bible, you know)

Who knows?

Who sees the troubles untold?

Who is it that sees if I wander far from the road, if I’m losing control, not feeding my soul?

Who knows?

Can apathy help me lose my way?

Or, can complacency lead me astray?

Or, lack of time and peace of mind or any distraction of any kind,

Change the way, that I walk today?

Can I run from you?

Can I escape you view?

Can the highest mountain or deepest valley, the darkest shadow or grimiest ally, Keep me, from you?

Surely you know!

Sometimes I don’t even have to say, coz you aware of the untold

And when I’m worried and lost and strayed a lot, counted the cost

You know, coz

With you very hands you laid the road

When I’m lost, you’re the way

When I lose control, your the same

When I’m lost in time, feeling like I lost my mind

You have calming words to say.

“come to me”

“I grant you reat”

“Let me take all of your stuff, and hear, Just, Rest!”

And all I can be is blessed

Amazed at the concept

That among the mess

Among all my distress

You remain

So

I just have the simplest request

To stay Here,

In you presence

In awe and total reverence

In all situation

I’m left safe in the knowledge of this

That Dry bones CAN live

That in THIS life we WILL see this

That your refuge gives the strength we need

And that your hope is what we seek

And your gift of life is evident in me!

Thank you, from the depths of my soul

More than I can say

Not nearly as much as I owe

But thank you

Because

It’s you who knows.

Amen

Monday 7 December 2009

lets take a walk

Take a walk with me if you will

To where the trees sway in the breeze at the top of the hill

At 7 years old I got plenty time to kill

And Pops, he’s found a space in his busy schedule, to teach a new skill

He’s got with him, covered in Denis the Menace black and red stripes

A brand new, shiny kite

A look of hope in his eyes and a promise of flight

But try

Hard as I might, I just can’t see how?

There’s no one to hold it, no one to control it

No arms can be long enough to reach up there and hold it

High in the sky to give an impression of flight

At 7 I trust my dad right, but I’ve got questions

Then,

he takes hold of my cold little hand

And

With all the confidence he can

He stands

Fearless, unwavoured and calm

These are the words he teaches me

“Just coz you can’t see the wind son, doesn’t mean it’s not there”

Look

The way the trees sway, the way the birds play

The way your hairs not quite as tidy as it was yesterday

Trust me!

It’s there

So with the childlike confidence I have in his unrelenting smile and stare

Right there

I believe

At the top of the hill we unwind the string

Anticipation begins, to bubble within

“come on man, let’s just fly this thing”

“Hold on son, just listen”

He carefully talks me through the procedure with care and attention

But Il be honest, it’s not really keeping my attention

I not really listening I just wanna see

This kite flying high in the sky

I feel the wind and I don’t know why

But I

Believe

I believe what it is that he’s telling me

I guess I might have a few reservations

But I trust this guy with no hesitations

So now doubt doesn’t even, get a mention

I’m just griped with the feeling of anticipation

“You run, I’ll hold the string”

“Let’s see if we can’t fly this thing”

3,2,1 and I’m off

No time lost

The wind’s blowing in my face, but I’m shrugging it off

I release my grip at the instructed second

Then

To my complete amazement

We have lift off

Was there ever any doubt?

I’d like to think not

but maybe?

But

how blessed is he?

He who believes?

Before he see’s?

Thank you pops for lessons like these

God thank you I can see you even in the afternoon breeze

I’m taken back to hazy memories of cold afternoons in high up places

That fade all too quickly

But I never lose the breeze

It helps me to believe

It keeps me flying

Gracefully

Faithfully

Blessed, I believe.