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Where there is hope

on September 22, 2015

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Where there is hope there is faith,
Where there is faith , God is there,
Where God is there, there is peace,
and where there is peace there is hope.

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Plenty

Plenty is a subjective term Some who have much (too much) Do not have plenty. Plenty is an acceptance of what is, A gratitude for each of life's blessings And a mindset that says "it is enough"

Well, here we go again. I am job hunting through necessity, not my choice. And yet, after a time of anguish, it feels like it was meant to be. Though still not my timing, not my choice, not my seeking after. I was happy. But I believe I could be happier still. So here is the poem I wrote this eveing: I never seek a new path, it is not my nature. For me, the comfort of the familiar needs improving, rearranging, decorating making into something different a little bit at a time. I yearn for more, for better, for different, but I like to quietly change my environment in tiny ways, Keep it familiar while making it new and exciting. I never seek a new path. Never a new home, new job, new place only new opportunities within my comfort zone. But, Oh, the path it twists and turns, like a rollercoaster, hanging on tight for fear of falling Falling… Onto a new path I never seek a new path, yet it finds me when it must, when I can hold on no longer, when I fall When I fal...

It is not for us to remain untouched

This poem is about our response to the migrant crisis, as the imagery suggests. It is equally about our response to each other, and to the broken, lost or fallen people closer to home. Sometimes scarily close to home. Do not let this tide that is crashing to shore leave you untouched. It is not for them to face alone, Not for them to work it out; Face the consequences and make the problem go away. Not for me to stand upon the cliff and watch with fear and sorrow as boats are shattered on the rocks. Not for me to remain safe. There is a call to be the lighthouse guiding the path in the night, To be the rescuers, up to our necks in the freezing waters helping folk in. And, yes, a call to be the boat that is dashed on the shore, Broken and helpless and lost in the face of the storm. It is not for us to remain untouched.

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