Talk about being vigilant

 

Talk about being vigilant,

I am rather disappointed in some ways.

Why do you say this?

I have been coming to the website hoping to find

a post or two, perhaps an article or more

But it is not to be . . .

We have so many writers

but not everyone writes

and that includes

yours truly

I too am guilty.

This post simply talks about the feelings I have this morning and nothing more

And feelings, people say, are not totally reliable. . .

Still it is good to express myself and thus it gives me a chance to write.

 

Flight

 

I remember two white-bellied sea eagles

Leap singing from the forest deep

Into the spangled sea and sky

And I longed to capture this in words

which slipped unheeding through my fingers

like sand, and I heard them say,

Your fate has changed – no longer

are you to stand aside and observe,

but leap singing from the dark

into the glittering gold forever blue

 

Thank you WordPress.com!

Happy Anniversary with Word Press.com!
You registered on WordPress.com 8 years ago.
Thanks for flying with us. Keep up the good blogging…………………..
Wow
Time flies
I didn’t realise this
8 years is not too long and certainly not too short
Thank God for Word Press.com
You folks make my life exciting
and somehow, one gets acquainted with fellow bloggers
and often I pray for all to find life
more meaningful
sharing and caring
though in a way that is not that demanding. . .
Thanks be to God!

Who are you?

Child of God, woman beautiful, friend of Jesus

Lovely masterpiece are you 

A servant of the Lord for sure

A most willing partner in the spread of the Good News

An intercessor pouring forth prayers in confidence

A sharer of all that edifies with those who love God

 

Who we think we are must be lived out

Then we can move away from head knowledge to the heart

The only voice we need hear

and obey is the voice of the Father – dada, daddy, papa

Whom I love and adore

Cactus flower

 

Through these nights and days

I brooded maroon dreams

seething from the sullen core,

 

turgid walls and speared spikes

my only defense against

the unrelenting cheerfulness of the sun

 

whilst they grew large,

clutched tight and curled

within a grey- green fist

 

until it can no longer be borne!

Everything hidden explodes in this stinking

star the shade of dried blood –

 

this, my reluctant offering, too strange

for the light of day, yet at night,

it glimmers, it glows.