Sunday, January 27, 2013
my favourite things/ chasing the moon
a long day done
riding home up the old Airport Hill
and there
rising above the Fraser
and Nechako
was this Mr Moon
my Old Friend
funny I could still see the same face there
I had always seen
the serene one
always calm
half smiling
pleased that I had dared look up
we smiled at each other
all the way home I stopped
jumped out of my car
and snapped
my camera was happy
the light was fading
but the brightness matched
the shine of my countenance
as we traveled together
my 32 kms
it was peek a boo
and catch me if you can
a stop in the misty fields at Marsha's
click again
her cows away in a different field for the night
the old cabins held in the mist like a dream
angel webs swaying through the trees
the night singing a lullaby
with the night hawk
and fox in the field
mice gathered
for the young
past my driveway
a stop at our neighbours
Mr Moon playing leapfrog
with their big rounds of hay
coyote paths wound round and round
in games of tag
me balancing
stretching
to catch his fullness sitting in the trees
Mr Moon
round and soft
in the haze of the
fleeing afternoon
old fences
gates
barb wire stretching far
the mist settling deep
humming a 'go to sleep' song
'a day is done' song
my camera clicking
almost too dark
Past another dear neighbour
cows stretched across the horizon
fronts seats to the rising Mr Moon
their low mooing
sweetness in the
closing of the
curtains
day sunk wearily into night
at the Willow now
beavers in lodges silent
the water's flow mostly beneath snow
Mr Moon
fuzzy in the fog
soft above the trees
blurred
and
stopped for the night
as I look over the bridge
all around
I breath deep
to fill my being with more
of this vigor
this laughter
of our game
of chase and find
and the rest
refreshed
Home now
He slowly follows me
up our driveway
and I leave him
sitting above the poplars
company through the night
for our horses
and goats
Blue dog and Sam
all the wild ones of the
night will howl
together
front seats
with Mr Moon
and the night
a God gift
this
chasing the moon
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Wednesday, January 23, 2013
my favourite things/ the manure pile
A strange thing this manure pile
It grows on me
in more ways than one
Today as I laboured
on stall number two
right down to the bottom
wheel barrow filled thirty times
pushed thirty times to the gathering place
where it will sit and age and become useful
through the Winter months
the Spring season
into the middle of Autumn
when all the fields are grazed
and dirty tractor tracks
won't spoil the fields
the goats
already
back
on sweet
gathered
hay
then
the manure
will be spread
and within the first weeks of
'Spring snow' disappearing
the new grass will be rich
and lush
growing high
so that the droughts won't harm it
the blazing sun won't scorch the roots
the heat won't burn it
and the goats and horses
wandering all through these now 'snow baren' months
will enjoy like gourmands
eating as they play and leap with joy
gathering strength and health
for Winter's long months ahead
and so the cycle goes on
I will find myself
again
in the manure pile
cleaning stalls
thirty wheelbarrow loads one day
fifty the next
weeks of this
digging
I am not the prodigal
now
though I may have been
once
caught in my rebellion
before I knew the truth
and was set free
still I dig manure
and do it gladly
I am constantly reminded
that it is out of the mire
that He pulled me
and set my feet upon
a Rock
I am free to walk away
In my heart I am free
but I buffet my body to continue
in this labour
to remember
from where He has brought me
And at night as I walk home through the starry night
I rejoice that just as the uncountable stars that He knows by name
I am one of the 'named' in His book of Life
names as many as the grains on the seashore
uncountable
as the stars above
uncountable
I am one
of many
on the cross
Jesus said
It is finished
His labour of love complete
we are His rich harvest
we stand forgiven
and loved
all this
I learn
from
a walk home
on a starry night
and a manure pile
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Sunday, January 20, 2013
my favourite things / just wondering
wondering about all this glory tonight
in the clearness and quietness
of the midnight sky
Your glory Lord
so unfading
unending
so whole
my soul
always satisfied
in Thee alone
O Lord
I rest
I revive
I energize
I lift praises
I exalt You
I never tire
with You
in this place
the sky is bright tonight Lord
each star I see
I pray You keep my heart clear like this night sky
nothing clouding Your will
for me
keep me O Lord
on Your steadfast path
and like the good Samaritan
give me purse and desire
to bless those flogged
upon my way
to uphold the weary
bind up their wounds
and always
return to bless
with Your sweet grace
it is enough this grace
wondering about all this glory tonight
in the clearness and quietness
of the midnight sky
keep my heart so clear O Lord
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in the clearness and quietness
of the midnight sky
Your glory Lord
so unfading
unending
so whole
my soul
always satisfied
in Thee alone
O Lord
I rest
I revive
I energize
I lift praises
I exalt You
I never tire
with You
in this place
the sky is bright tonight Lord
each star I see
I pray You keep my heart clear like this night sky
nothing clouding Your will
for me
keep me O Lord
on Your steadfast path
and like the good Samaritan
give me purse and desire
to bless those flogged
upon my way
to uphold the weary
bind up their wounds
and always
return to bless
with Your sweet grace
it is enough this grace
wondering about all this glory tonight
in the clearness and quietness
of the midnight sky
keep my heart so clear O Lord
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Friday, January 18, 2013
my favourite things / the first week
how do you describe the feeling
this new life come to join ours
It has been a week since we welcomed little Wyatt Robert
into our family
Love made
A new life sits nestled in our arms
we all take turns
and I can't help remembering
holding his mother Bethany
twenty six years ago
this same marvelous feeling
This little boy is pure sweetness
He is strong
He can hold his head high
and already he has learned so many things
He knows who feeds him warm nourishing milk
Which arms though strong hold him safe in their fold
He knows all their voices
and the comfort of their presence
He knows us old ones
and our forever love
He sees his world firsthand
He hears music and song
and all the busyiness of this world
we have welcomed him into
he has learned how to smile
he has had his first emergency call
his little eye swollen with a plugged tearduct
perhaps what a warm facecloth could cure
yet all the parent concern precious
and all the care from his parents' hearts so needed
to help this little one grow strong
in the family
Love builds...
two more days to gather
the softness of his cheeks
the silkiness of his hair
the gurgle of his first sounds
the laughter
and joy
of all the people
in his little world
who will bless him
and love him
and be life to him
they will show him the Father's Love
because this being 'formed in His image'
means we will see our children
like He sees us
and they will be so loved
all this I will carry back with me
over the Rockies
to our little homestead
where this first week
will lay pressed joyous
against my heart
all his every breath
recorded in God's book of Life
will rest warm
and ever remembered
in this
Gramma's
heart
the first week
my favourite things
this new life come to join ours
It has been a week since we welcomed little Wyatt Robert
into our family
Love made
A new life sits nestled in our arms
we all take turns
and I can't help remembering
holding his mother Bethany
twenty six years ago
this same marvelous feeling
This little boy is pure sweetness
He is strong
He can hold his head high
and already he has learned so many things
He knows who feeds him warm nourishing milk
Which arms though strong hold him safe in their fold
He knows all their voices
and the comfort of their presence
He knows us old ones
and our forever love
He sees his world firsthand
He hears music and song
and all the busyiness of this world
we have welcomed him into
he has learned how to smile
he has had his first emergency call
his little eye swollen with a plugged tearduct
perhaps what a warm facecloth could cure
yet all the parent concern precious
and all the care from his parents' hearts so needed
to help this little one grow strong
in the family
Love builds...
two more days to gather
the softness of his cheeks
the silkiness of his hair
the gurgle of his first sounds
the laughter
and joy
of all the people
in his little world
who will bless him
and love him
and be life to him
they will show him the Father's Love
because this being 'formed in His image'
means we will see our children
like He sees us
and they will be so loved
all this I will carry back with me
over the Rockies
to our little homestead
where this first week
will lay pressed joyous
against my heart
all his every breath
recorded in God's book of Life
will rest warm
and ever remembered
in this
Gramma's
heart
the first week
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Thursday, January 10, 2013
my favourite things / a new baby
a new breath given
to this boychild
a name given
to this miracle
two lives entwined in love
God takes their hearts
and makes them one
and born of love
is this gift
of a child
like Mary
of Judea
Beth was great with child
and now Wyatt Robert
lies wrapped
in swaddling cloth
and swaddled in his
mama's arms
and swaddled in his
daddy's arms
lies peacefully
the circle of love
complete
like Mary
of Judea
every mama ponders
the miracles of birth
traces over the lines of her child
with her fingers
soft as the petals of a rose
this skin that holds
this new life
this boychild
all joy and mischief
endless energy
and fun
growing by God's grace
wrapped within
this soft skin
embraced by a
mama heart
Like every father
their gaze amazed
this daddy watches
while this sleeping bundle
lies supported by his strength
shaping to his arm
resting against his daddy heart
learning already
to trust and believe
in this strong one
with a kind
and gentle
heart
And here rests Gramma
watching the miracle all over again
as the ones which passed
years ago
her heart rejoicing
to witness
their joy
they might tire of hearing 'their' stories
'Yes, mom, we know it...'
but truth tell
I could never really ever be finished
the telling of their stories
I have pondered in my heart
each moment
such mercy and grace
to be three times safely delivered
of a new baby
and know this time wrapped in eternity
this caressing rose petal softness
learning each fold and sigh
wanting to be more than this child
will ever need
Children
a gift from God
we carry them
He fashions them
we nurture
and love them
He guides their heart
love gifts from our Father's gracious hand
this joy
abundant
Wyatt Robert
a new baby
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Tuesday, January 1, 2013
my favourite things/ today
today
I would not change a single thing
it is exactly as should be
and with a sigh and great relief
face all my God would have for me
it's knowing God goes with me
that this day holds His design
it may be filled with laughter
or tears may be entwined
our days here may be shortened
on earth our temperal home
or days may see us old and grey
as on this earth we roam
the secret lies in trusting
He knows what's best for me
that He will lead and guide me on
to all He's dreamed I'd ever be
with one hand in the Master's
my gaze set fast on Him
His joy abounding endless
His peace that rests within
I face this gift we call today
with all its unknown possibilites
and like a child on Christmas morn
consider love's great probabilities
He has my very best in mind
sweet fellowship will be His plan
together we will catch a star
or do anything I think I can
I 'm not sure I'll move a mountain
or swim the deepest sea
but I know how good this day will be
because my Jesus walks with me
today
my favourite things
I would not change a single thing
it is exactly as should be
and with a sigh and great relief
face all my God would have for me
it's knowing God goes with me
that this day holds His design
it may be filled with laughter
or tears may be entwined
our days here may be shortened
on earth our temperal home
or days may see us old and grey
as on this earth we roam
the secret lies in trusting
He knows what's best for me
that He will lead and guide me on
to all He's dreamed I'd ever be
with one hand in the Master's
my gaze set fast on Him
His joy abounding endless
His peace that rests within
I face this gift we call today
with all its unknown possibilites
and like a child on Christmas morn
consider love's great probabilities
He has my very best in mind
sweet fellowship will be His plan
together we will catch a star
or do anything I think I can
I 'm not sure I'll move a mountain
or swim the deepest sea
but I know how good this day will be
because my Jesus walks with me
today
my favourite things
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