I wish to so embrace peace,
trust and hope would not escape from my soul.
I will try to be positive and wrap myself
in the image of love that I hold so dear
If only I could count on myself
not to be flawed and prone to failure.
But I can't.

I will continually remind my fearful heart
to rest and not worry
about a future that will await me
accompanied by the answers that I will need.
But I can't

If I was a ship,
I would leak like a sieve.
I would steer an erratic course,
and I would be prone to sink
at the most inappropriate moments.

However,
I am a man with no human excuses.
I have only one answer and I am told it will always be enough.
If only I could comfort myself with these words,
but I can't

Love ends not
With death
Although the sense
Of loss is forever
Sting to ache
Agony to emptiness
Love remains
Despite the black
It’s memories
A silver lining
Of joy.





Photograph by Kashfia Rahman

I pray that the pain of the night
will be overwhelmed
by the light,

that each care and anxiety
will be rolled up
in peace,
and hope and trust
will heal the fears that
assail your worried mind.

Spring in a Sydney garden

the morning has unveiled
a day of sunshine and light.
a day so sweet
there should be a rainbow
draped over the hills.
the garden has liberated itself
from the cold fingers of winter
with a kaleidoscope of colours
and everywhere there are buds of new growth.
spring, gentle spring.
the season of life's renewal.

Thank you Jesus...

Distilling my memories
To an essence of You
The times of deepest darkness
When your absence
Wrung a silent scream
From me
Are now the clearest
Recollections
Of Grace
And Peace

Hard fought
Wrestled
Won

dance,
wild, free,
liberated from the opinions of others.
sing,
shout, laugh,
without a care or concern.
Let faith meet us where we can believe
without preconditions or borders,
and may hope be a light to guide
us through the darkness.

oh eternal one
who holds all things together,
do you hear the cry of my heart?
Where do I take
my flickering hope?
for my trust is faltering
and my faith is weak.
I struggle with this
broken life.
My mind stages a mutiny.
my memories
are full of disappointments
and shame.
my confidence
belongs to days gone by.
my weary soul
looks for answers,
my heart for healing.

for us to see Heaven's smile
Eternity paid the highest price,
Divine Life challenged the power of death
so that we would know unconditional love.

Father
I look into the mirror
and I see your face,
your genes ever more revealed
as I age.
The years have passed quickly since
you took your leave,
impatient as ever,
cranky and eager for it all to be over.
There is so much that is left undone and unsaid
and I suppose I will have to learn
to live with this lack or resolution.
However, I hold no grudges for your imperfections,
how could I in the light of my own.
I remember well
the struggle we both had making room for me
I now father adults and life is never as cut and dried
as it seems.
So, I'll remember you honestly
the good, the bad, the happy the sad,
and I'll pause to smile
the next time I raise the sails.