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Quietly And Steadily You Live (poem)

Poem on living a quiet, faithful life
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Linger (poem)

Linger. This word resonates with my heart. It seems to be the word my soul is whispering to me…and a plea to some of us in this harried world.


Linger

Linger for a coffee, a meal,
a chat with a friend;
linger so you can see
when you can lend someone a helping hand.

Linger for a touch,
a stroke on your children’s hair,
a smile to a stranger,
often the littlest mean so much

Linger for silence;
a precious space to be in God’s presence

Linger…when things get too much,
close your eyes and breathe,
there you’ll find relief.

Linger…smile awhile, rest awhile,
laugh awhile, read awhile,
let your racing heart just slowly walk awhile;
when you are back on track in the centre,
you’ll find God there; lovingly waiting for you all these while.

My friends, I hope you’ll remember to enjoy the pleasure of lingering over moments.

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One step at a time—my daily bread (poem)

I was feeling kinda tired. Overwhelmed. Thinking of the present, and the troubles-to-come.

What happens if my husband gets more ill?

What happens if he leaves me first?

What happens if…

What happens if…

This poem was written in this breathing out of helplessness. And my neediness for the certainty of the Lord. To take one step at a time.

One step at a time. My daily bread prayer. This poem was written in my state of helplessness in life and neediness for God.
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Find joy in ordinary things (poem)

I’ve written this poem as a breather for you and me. Sometimes this is what our heart needs—to be reminded of the simple way of life and finding joy in ordinary things.

A poem on finding joy in the simple life and in ordinary things.

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Find joy in ordinary things

A cup of tea, and a hand to hold,

morning sun shining through the curtain,

a cool evening stroll,

reading the best book,

laughing at lame jokes;

think of these things

and your heart will never get old.

May our eyes be opened to the daily gifts from God. And may the joy of the Lord be with you. 

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Maybe (poem)

A poem for me and you when we try to be who we are not.

A poem for me and you when we try to be who we are not. Be who God created you to be.

Be who God created you to be.

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Take a break from COVID19 news and quieten down with these three poems

Since the start of the Movement Control Order (MCO) or lockdown across the world, I’m sure you would have heard many things related to COVID19, from news to sermons, and from many people from pastors to economists.

During this phase of social distancing, you would have come across an avalanche of articles with titles shouting “10 dinners you must cook at home”, “Top 10 Netflix movies to watch during lockdown”, “3 things you must do to look your best for video calls” to “5 ways to keep your children occupied while you work from home”.

Many things, many comments to sieve, many needs to meet, many, many, many.

Or am I the only one feeling it?

Truthfully, I was stuck for a month in April, not knowing what to write for my blog and newsletter. What kind of content that is right and needful. What should be said has been said, I think. And I felt like I’m walking on mental eggshells if I share my thoughts. Because it’s such a sensitive situation now. Different people react differently to this crisis.

And there’s so much noise.

So I thought I’ll share something for us to quieten down and gaze upon the Lord with adoration. Here are three poems I’ve written.

Let’s worship.

This is my latest poem written during a silent retreat. Just a few weeks before the lockdown.

Beckoning (poem): This is my latest poem written during a silent retreat. Just a few weeks before the lockdown.

I was inspired by this verse when I wrote this poem: “And I’ll be the poet who sings your glory—and live what I sing every day.” ‭‭Psalm‬ ‭61:8‬ ‭MSG

My God & I (poem): I was inspired by this verse when I wrote this poem: "And I’ll be the poet who sings your glory—and live what I sing every day.” ‭‭Psalm‬ ‭61:8‬ ‭MSG

This one was penned in 2019 when I was hitting against the wall (still am) in my walk with the Lord. This is still my favourite poem which I’ve sealed in my heart.

In Its Place (poem): I was inspired by this verse when I wrote this poem: "And I’ll be the poet who sings your glory—and live what I sing every day.” ‭‭Psalm‬ ‭61:8‬ ‭MSG
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Before it’s too late…(poem)

I never thought I’d see the day
when I would hear him say
“I wanna spend more time with my dad
and see him every day.”

He then gently sang out the verses
from the song The Living Years
As the lyrics pierced my heart
My eyes were wet as I melted in tears

Half a decade of heartaches
from a father who always has his way
Never a tender word
Never a “son, you’ve made my day.”

Neither any affirmation
try as he might
All he gets from his dad is
You never get things right

But now lies his dad
as he sits beside his bed
plucking up all courage
to tell his dad all the things that need to be said

We don’t have a good relationship, dad
But I’m thankful for what I have
You’ve given me a good education, dad
You’ve given me all that you can

And so the conversations have started
for the first time in their lives
sitting beside the bed
where his weak and ill dad lies

Where Love is allowed to go
into the deepest hurts of your soul
It is there you’ll find healing
Wherever forgiveness flows

As Christ hung high up on the cross
Looking at the people below
Forgive them, Father, he said
For they do not know

And now that you know
where would you allow Love to go?
Would you let Love into your heart
Where forgiveness needs to flow?

Who do you need to forgive
What do you want to say?
Why don’t you let Love win
And say it before it’s too late

The Living Years
Mike & The Mechanics
Every generation
Blames the one before
And all of their frustrations
Come beating on your door
I know that I'm a prisoner to all my father held so dear
I know that I'm a hostage, to all his hopes and fears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years
Crumpled bits of paper
Filled with imperfect thought
Stilted conversations
I'm afraid that's all we've got
You say you just don't see it
He says it's perfect sense
You just can't get agreement
In this present tense
We all talk a different language
Talking in defence
[Chorus]
Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye
So we open up a quarrel
Between the present and the past
We only sacrifice the future
It's the bitterness that lasts
So don't yield to the fortunes
You sometimes see as fate
It may have a new perspective
On a different day
And if you don't give up, and don't give in
You may just be OK
[Chorus]
I wasn't there that morning
When my father passed away
I didn't get to tell him
All the things I had to say
I think I caught his spirit
Later that same year
I'm sure I heard his echo
In my baby's new born tears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years
[Chorus]
*Lyrics from Genius.com

Mike Rutherford and BA Robertson wrote The Living Years about a year after Mike’s dad died. He shared in an interview, “As a teenager in the late 1960s, the last thing I wanted was to be like my father.” Read more

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Today is our present (poem)

Today Is Our Present

Yesterday is over

But today is here

Tomorrow is a maybe

But today is here

We underestimate the power of today

Wasting it on the could have beens

Living like we are destiny-controlling gods

When we are but—dust

Today is our present

The God-given miracle

Make our year a series of 365 individual well-lived todays.

A poem about living in the present
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Everybody hurts sometimes (poem)

Everybody
Every soul
Every man
Every woman
Hurts.

Concealed with shiny cars
Make-up
Beer
Wine
Food
Position
Anger
Entertainment
Busyness
Silence.

Everybody hurts, a poem
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Let me move far far away (poem)

Let me move far far away
Away from this pool of bitterness
Away from these injustices
Away from these hurts
Away from this pain

Let me move far far away
Where I can be free
Where I am me

This place does not exist
It’s not real
It’s not on earth
It’s a dream

It exists only when God becomes bigger than me
It exists only when love is bigger than the hurts

But at this point, I’m just down on my knees with hurts and bitter-talk slashing my heart. Anger turned inward.

Let me move far far away from these.

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