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Like Shadows in a Camp fire
people seem to come and go…
The hardest thing for me to hold
is that you will never let me go…
I am humbled to pray in your presence
and surrender my heart and soul…

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Like Shadows in a Camp fire
people seem to come and go…
The hardest thing for me to hold
is that you will never let me go…
I am humbled to pray in your presence
and surrender my heart and soul…

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I want to stay next time
Don’t wake me up from my young girl’s dream
It is a place that I love and call home
This dream carries me in my older days
a special place where my soul has flown
In the middle of this young girl’s dream
all the ones I love never have to leave and
sometimes when the world is unkind
There is only Joy like the Sun’s glow
It warms my hands and soul as I am growing old

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It is viscous and yet flows, it is the mystery of living
If it seeps from your body you die in less than five minutes
If it feeds a malignancy in your body the disease thrives
Blood shed is the first act of Redemption
Yet man wars on spilling blood in spite of Redemption
The power of the blood shed for sin
The tragedy of innocent blood shed by acts of sin
There is something here that cannot be seen
But the blood is literal and alive
We humans are all related by blood
but we can only be Resurrected by His blood

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Like silver liquid the moonlight poured over my head spilling down my back renewing my eyes and my mind…
I had stepped outside the hospital to get a breath of fresh air. It had been a long shift and my body, mind, and spirit had grown weary…
As often happens to nurses, I often received words, tokens and notes of thanks and appreciation throughout my career from patients and families, and each one is so very meaningful…
Loss is hopefully made a bit more endurable by compassion and kindness. It is perhaps the truest calling of a nurse, for inside of me lives “Magen veLo Yera’e” which in Hebrew means “Defender that shall not be seen.” Of course, that Defender is not me but the Spirit of Jesus abiding in me. For there is no one good but God as Jesus said, so I know it isn’t me doing it, but I digress…
As I look back over the past forty years my memory runs to the many wonderful people, I have had the privilege to care for and their families. For some there is a reluctance to embrace the future and losing meaning of the past. For some they linger in the pre-dawn haze digesting an outcome they perhaps always knew was coming.
The greatest gift these people have given me is the privilege and opportunity to see that God’s design of our longing to live is not a fragile thing. It is in fact the very strongest thing about us. Yes, our physical bodies wear out with time or disease. Ah, but the soul, the spirit of a person, it fights for life! We were designed for life not death and that is why the “Unseen One who defends us” is the Holy Spirit who lives within those who believe.
Jesus told his follower that He would send us the exact essence of himself in the person of the Holy Spirit to comfort us, to guide, and teach us about Him. It is the transforming phase of the life, death, and resurrection of Jesus that He sent us the Holy Spirit, who is unseen but defends us all the way into eternal life.
This is one of the many gifts that nursing has been to me for I have seen, I have witnessed the presence of the Magen veLo Yera’e. He is faithful. He is comfort. He is Peace. He is Jesus the Christ, the presence of the Holy God himself. Jesus is the gift of eternal life and the forever Defender of our Faith and there is a day coming for each of us when we will see Him face to face and we will know Him in Spirit and in Truth. So, when the night is long and dark and grief comes and hope seems so silent I remember the “thank you” from my patients, other human beings just like me with whom I am allowed to care for, hold a hand, say a prayer, shed a tear, and talk of our loved ones we will miss and already miss. Oh yes, there is much physical technical data in taking of lab work, blood pressures, procedures, surgeries, and various myriads of daily physical care. But the expressions of “thank you” and the bittersweet outcomes are more than a gift. I have been gifted with the precious sight of a Child of God being carried home in the arms of the Magen veLo Yera’e, the unseen shield, the Holy Defender of God’s precious people.
Seven months ago, my own Mother who was not acutely ill but was called home from this body while all alone was in fact not alone at all, the unseen defender was present to the very end.
In this season of giving gifts I am like the little drummer boy…I have no gift to bring before my King but the thanksgiving of letting me know some of His children in this intimate way and being an eye witness to the presence of Magen veLo Yera’e, The unseen miraculous presence of The Holy.
So, you see there is much more to our Christmas celebration of the Jesus Child for with Him he brought all we need for life and godliness.

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Truth, like the wind, slips through the smallest cracks
invading the rules of order
Truth seeps through the cloistered religious dust
annihilating that which splits us asunder
Rumour and counter rumour that Grace is truly free
The darkness of the lie gives way to Hope
Challenging clear-cut rules that divide
Our Salvation is clearly ours to receive
Showing us the way to the path of brilliant light

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It began to astound me, I cry out, oh God help!
Truth has become a catch phrase of Hell!
Man has his face in the gutter with his booze!
Woman is killing herself for the fountain of youth!
Children with no interest in conversation or humanity!
Babies without voices filling up the heavens!
Churches re-phrasing God’s word to suit their situation!
Politician ‘s rumors and counter rumors spew!
Evil’s darkness lies in wait for a chance to consume!
The one in the shackles is the only one free in the room!
It begin to astound me that I must always agree with you
Or be outcast as a biggot or hatemonger or shrew!
So I will trust in the purity and promises of God
Who is good and loving in all his ways!
I will search the horizon both morning and night
for that final wave to break upon the shore
when there will be no dying or crying anymore!
For it is a fool who says there is no God!
Yet I am astounded even more at His ever lasting love!
His mercies are new every morning!
I count each day to be the day of His glory!
May this be the time my faith will be sight!
Was there ever a more astounding day to ponder!
“…but you, oh child of God flee these things and pursue godliness, faith, love patience, gentleness. Fight the Good fight of faith, lay hold on eternal life, to which you were called and have confessed…” 1 Timothy 6:11

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These small child’s hand prints on my glass backdoor
the sticky applesauce and popsicle on my kitchen floor
I wouldn’t trade for all the mansions in this world.
These conversations with my daughters
the new territories in this journey
I wouldn’t miss for all the fame this world could offer
These days I count as precious gems
to the road that leads me found the bend
I will simply give my sweetest Hallelujah

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There are no new words that I can write
No way to change the world tonight
I can feel a sadness coming round again
Trying to take me someplace I’ve already been
I am just calling it what it is
The way God made me, I am a child of His
When loneliness visits and friends don’t call
It is best not to compromise the Truth at all
Contentment is not happy and sad is not depressed
I’m still so far from wisdom, always was I guess
This melancholy often drives me to my knees
It is just the way God made me, I am a child of His

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The galaxies in the Night’s heaven are like living poetry
Your beautiful idea happening right in front of me
The air is clear and crisp in a season of knowing
Joy and grief, tears and smiles the evidence of living
Love falling down like white feathers all around
I cherish your gifts to me Oh God, I see you in utter Holiness

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Your love is like a blue note
inside me
The rush like massive angel wings
silly songs, holding hands
so strong
Like firecrackers burst in the dusk
then are gone