Early on We are taught…

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Photo by Johan Bos

 

Early on we are taught 

Time is all we’ve got

and then we learn it’s not…

 

Grief comes to call

at some point

for us all, it’s true…

 

In the bubble of our backyard

we grow not knowing fear, it’s true

Dad is a super hero, Mom is always near…

 

Now we know those still waters 

let us grow, it’s true

no one can take that love from you.

 

Now we are old

and we know Time is brief 

like melting snow and falling leaves…

 

In the meaning of it all

we learn Time means nothing at all

It is  love that is never small, it’s true

Caraway Street

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Photo by Artem Saranin 

I heard the devil is hanging round down on Caraway Street

He’s  looking so good and  singing so sweet.

 

The ladies how they love him, the men like his treats

Oh yea there’s hell to pay down on Caraway Street.

 

Lord,  they say the devil is dancing on Caraway Street

Drinking tastey wine and he’s so quick on his feet.

 

The ladies stand in line because they can’t wait to meet

The men who love the devil on Caraway Street

There is nothing folded or any pockets left to hide anything…(This is what being a Nurse means…)

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Photo by cottonbro

There is nothing folded or any pockets left to hide anything. There are no possessions, no promise to keep, and no clever things to say. There are no lies to tell, no more pressure of failure or success. There is no need to pursue happiness and accolades. There are no more bills to pay or money to spend. There is nothing clever to be said.

This man and I are alone in his hospital room. We are humans here together. I am the last person he saw. I am the last one to hold this hand that is already losing its warmth. This hand that held his sweetheart, his children, and grandchildren. This hand that worked diligently at a job and perhaps lost touch on his journey.

In this moment I feel his joys and sorrows as one human to another. I have the privilege to hold for just a brief moment the connection of the mystery that we both have lived, and dreamed in both the laughing and the weeping.

I am the one who will gently wash away the smell of sickness. I will  tenderly prepare this human body for final rest as if he were my loved one because the Truth is we are brother and sister in the family of “us.” All of us who are called humans. I will make sure he looks his best for his loved ones who are on their way here in mourning, and just for ” the blink of an eye”  I will hold this other human’s unknown secrets, dreams, and love for the cherished treasures they are. I will be a better person having done so.

I whisper a prayer to The One who gives life and who defeated death and give thanks that two complete strangers can be so completely united for a single moment.

This is what being a Nurse means…

 

Daily there are new hits

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Daily there are new hits.

The death toll rising and no place to sit,

at the table of commerce there is hunger and doubt.

Some will be let in but so many left out.

 

So  a new reality is here.

In whom will I trust and whom will I fear?

Will people be kind and help stop the bleeding?

My country is dying and my soul is grieving.

 

Decency and kindness are being crucified!

No one tells the truth, the media is all lies!

My soul is crying in the long dark night!

Deliver us oh God with your Holy light!

 

Never let it be said of this patriot here,

that she ever gave up her country so dear!

Let her be remembered as a woman who prayed,

“In God we trust until the end of days!”

 

 

 

I don’t trust you but I’ll try you…

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Photo by Zukiman Mohamad

He smiled with no malice when I said, “I don’t trust you but I’ll try you rather than stay the way I am.”

 “Well, at least your honest,” he replied adding, ” I can work with that. “

So, this man had a sense of humor and his eyes danced like chocolate stars.

His face was not handsome and his hands looked rough and scarred.

There was a warmth and strength in his voice that I’d never heard before.

A sound of gentle peace fell before me like a tide pool near the shore.

We must have walked for hours but I was not tired or worn.

He  told me every single thing I had ever done before.

I cannot express with words the happening.

A wonder of  transformation began to form.

I was then and then I was new and I trust Him forevermore.

 

 

Jesus rules over peace

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Photo by Rok Romih

When He breathed over the deep by His Spirit.

He cast out the void and then spoke.

He created the world and everything in it

and everlasting Peace awoke.

 

Jesus rules over Peace.

He is the Prince of Peace.

He  is the  Peace that passes all understanding,

and He gladly gives it to you and me.

 

The world will not grasp it.

The unbeliever calls it a lie.

Yet those who have tasted and seen it,

know His Peace cannot be defiled.

Taste and see that the LORD is good; blessed is the one who takes refuge in him” (Psalm 34:8).

Counting One

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Photo by Pixabay 

 

Counting One.

In a trillion star galaxy.

The One who made it knows my name.

I stopped making promises I cannot keep.

I lay my life Lord at your feet.

I feel you made all of creation just for me.

When I was blind you let me see.

Counting One.

On the miraculous day I believed.

You made me your daughter, and call me, “friend.”

Counting One.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dawn Treader (a tribute)

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Photo by Magda Ehlers 

She could take no more time looking back.

The Light was brighter and then the brightest.

She heard singing in another language so majestic, and she knew it was the Song of The Highest.

The water clear and sweet and no salt was in the Sea, and every refraction of light shone like jewels.

She knew it was not the Old Earth any longer.

No shadows or darkness could still linger.

She threw off her sword  for there was no need of weapons

She was in the King’s Country at last!

It Is A Civil War

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Photo by Ray Bilcliff 

As I sit by the ocean and hear it’s deeply powerful roar.

The waves seem so angry and crash on the shore.

Brother against brother like I have not seen before.

My heart cries at the hatred, it is a Civil War.

Everyone is talking but it is just a screaming noise.

Oh God show us mercy for all we’ve destroyed.

 

 Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love. 1John4:8

John 3:16.  For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.