Just some clicks from a resent trip to Vilnius. To see the rest of the photos click here or on any of the photos.
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Questions
August 30th, 2010 by
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Questions
Where are you Jesus?
What language are you speaking?
And who is listening?
What language does the man in the convenience store experience you in?
Are you the smile on a random customer’s face?
Or are you the person who took his dad away?
What language does the single mum hear you in?
Are you the sparkle in her child’s eyes?
Or are you the one being blamed for taking her husband away?
Who are you Jesus?
What language are you speaking?
And please show me those who are listening.
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Questions is featured in my book titled a church for others. a church for others can be purchased at late for supper for the new price of €5.95
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The Poem
August 23rd, 2010 by
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The Poem
The understanding is in the reading,
For the poem’s voice can be heard in the mystery,
Carefully calling your name from beyond the script.
And if you read the written words searching for interpretation,
It is like looking at a sunset and only seeing a setting sun.
Death is an enemy when it finds you.
But death is a friend when you reach it.
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The Poem will be featured in my next book, which has the working title of Highways, Byways and Cobblestones.
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Nothing like a Deserted Fencepost in a Windswept Field
August 18th, 2010 by
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Nothing like a Deserted Fencepost
in a Windswept Field
Like a deserted fencepost in a windswept field, there stood
Nothing, ridged and cold yet alive.
Nothing in his loneliness, his solace, his helplessness,
Nothing focused on the nothingness.
Nothing’s glance found emptiness, bareness, Nothing’s glance
found nothing.
Nothing’s eyes pondered on the junction of north, south, east
and west, they found nothing, nothing at all.
Yearning and exploring in that nothing emerged Everything.
Everything invaded Nothing. Everything invaded Nothing’s
ponder, but escaped Nothing’s glance.
Everything swept the wind across the field.
Everything was everything, Everything was everywhere.
Ridged and cold yet alive, Everything was there, Everything
was everywhere.
Everything was everywhere, Everything was alive, Everything
was breathing.
Like a cold, rigid, deserted, windswept fencepost, Everything
was breathing.
Nothing pondered the invasion, Nothing and Nothing rejoiced.
Gently Nothing pondered, Gently nothing pondered Nothing,
Everything.
Everything was breathing.
The wind swept, as it swept, it swept away anxiety.
The wind swept Nothing, Everything and Everything was
breathing.
Like a wind swept fencepost, Nothing groaned and Nothing
groaned.
As the wind swept, it swept the groan. Swept it from Nothing to
Everything.
And Everything was breathing, Everything was transcending.
Like a windswept fencepost in a deserted field,
Was Nothing, was Everything and Everything was breathing.
Everything was transcending, transcending Nothing
Nothing, no understanding, Nothing, nothing at all.
A deserted fencepost, a windswept field.
And the wind swept, it swept Nothing into Everything.
Everything into Nothing. It was breathing, it was!
Transcending Nothing, Nothing, no understanding. The wind
swept.
On a barren field, the wind swept peace.
It swept Nothing, it swept Everything, It swept peace.
A fencepost, windswept, deserted, in a field, Nothing.
The wind swept Nothing, nothing at all.
The wind swept the heart of Nothing, nothing at all.
The wind swept his mind, Nothing’s, Nothing’s mind.
The wind swept Everything and Nothing was safe.
Everything was safe.
The windswept Everything and Everything was breathing.
The wind swept Nothing a barren fencepost.
The wind swept peace and Nothing was safe.
Nothing, the wind swept Everything, Everything was
transcending,
Everything was breathing and Nothing was safe.
Nothing, like a windswept fencepost in a windswept field.
Nothing was safe.
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Nothing like a Deserted Fencepost in a Windswept Field is featured in my book titled Ta!. Ta! can be purchased at late for supper for €13.45
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New Photos Vente and Rusne
August 9th, 2010 by
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Just some more photos from our local travels, if you are interested in the rest, just click on an of the photos.
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I am His
August 9th, 2010 by
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I am His
I am His and He is mine,
Together we will dine.
The beauty of His robe, the radiance of His eyes,
And the proclamation on His thighs.
I am His favourite, His desire, His lover, His beauty, His bride,
He beckons me to come, He calls me to His side.
I am His favourite and He is mine,
And together we will dine.
For I am His bride, beautiful, spotless,
Pure, radiant, without blemish.
I am His desire, I am His, for me He yearns,
The groom, my lover, His passion, His heart, for me it burns.
When He fixes His eyes on me all else fades away,
Jealously, with hunger my lover wants for our wedding day.
The Spirit and the groom unite and ask me to come,
For I am His bride, His desire, His lover, I am undone.
For at the feast I will dance at His side,
In His strength, in His glory, I will be His bride.
In His heart, in His arms, in His embrace,
I will love, I will know, I will see Him face to face.
There I will be, there I will express, there I will worship, from
deep within His glance,
Hand in hand, hearts together, twirling eternal dance.
Undone, empty, unblemished and pure,
In His arms, his bride, loved and secure.
For I am His and He is mine,
And together we will dine.
For I am His, beautiful, unblemished, ripe, lovely, spotless,
pure, pleasing,
His favourite, His lover, His desire, His bride, His burning.
For I am His and He is mine,
And soon we will dine.
Emotions entwined,
Feeling divine.
For I love Him and He loves me,
And that is the way it is meant to be.
I love Him and I can’t let go, I love Him beyond dignity.
I love Him in His might, I love Him in His power, I love
Him in His serenity.
And He chose me above all the rest,
He chose me, I’m His best.
I am His favourite, I am His, He is mine,
And together we will dine.
Understand this, seek this,
I am His.
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I am His is featured in my book titled Ta!. Ta! can be purchased at late for supper for €13.45
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Take Me to the Father
August 2nd, 2010 by
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Take Me to the Father
Take me to the Father,
There can be no other.
Tired and weary I crawl,
Like a child fresh from a fall.
A son yet to be adopted, alone and Fatherless,
Orphaned (a bride before the wedding day) and homeless.
Take me to the Father,
There can be no other.
Alone I cry at night,
Just waiting for the sight.
Of your outstretched arms reaching from above,
And to hear the words, “My son it is you whom I love”.
To feel secure, to have release from the pain,
To be accepted and feel no shame.
Belonging with affiliation,
Wanted with affirmation.
As I look into your eyes my darling groom,
I know that there should be another in this room.
Don’t introduce me to any other,
Take me to your Father.
In wild expectation,
With intense frustration.
I am seeking no other,
I want to meet my Father.
Immature and raw,
Unlike ever before.
Abba, Father, Daddy,
This is me.
Scoop me up in your arms,
Protect me from all that harms.
I want to feel your heart beat tonight,
Hold me Dad, hold me tight.
As a child finds his Father cries,
Just be here to wipe the tears from my eyes.
I don’t have to do anything,
There is nothing that I have to bring.
I don’t have to say the right words to you,
There is absolutely nothing that I can do.
Because when all is said and done,
I am still your son.
Father, Dad, reveal, teach and lead the way,
Immature and young, grow me this day.
With the faith and innocence of a child, show yourself to me,
With the authority of your kingdom, let me see.
I want to see you at my wedding feast, I want to see you that night,
When me, the bride and you the lamb unite.
I want to see you in the clouds my fiery host,
I want to see you as you judge, when we fear you the most.
I want to see you when loosed is the chain,
The day the beast is slain.
I want to see you at the new heaven and the new earth,
I want to see you at Jerusalem’s new birth.
And I want to see you in our new home,
I want to see you seated on your throne.
In your splendour, your majesty,
Your fullness and beauty.
A living sacrifice myself I bring,
The twenty four elders they just sing.
Glory to God in the highest, hosanna to the King.
And me I’m undone, I am nothing.
Your son, the one you threw the party for,
Your son, the one you adore.
Forgiven, cleansed, purified,
The one for whom you cried.
The one you chose, the one you adopted, the one you sought.
The one for whom the amazing price you bought.
And you chose me,
How could that be?
Father come to my wedding and see me in white,
For soon is the day the bride and groom unite.
Come and see this adoptee dance into eternity.
Come and see this child, your son, set free.
Father I feel your breath on my face,
I lavish in that embrace.
Father, Father, Father…
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Take Me To The Father is featured in my book titled Ta!. Ta! can be purchased at late for supper for €13.45
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Photos from the cycle-way
July 28th, 2010 by
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Just some photos from our ride to Juodkrante. To see the rest of them click here and to see the people photos follow the VK website.
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blackmail press
July 26th, 2010 by
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The 28th issue of blackmail press will be featuring one of my poems.
blackmail press is a recognised website with an impetus of promoting New Zealand poets and providing an environment for emerging New Zealand poets to share our works.
My poem will be featured in their August edition.
Check them out at http://www.blackmailpress.com/
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Country Kids
July 26th, 2010 by
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Country Kids
A stream, green grass, a hill,
The estuary, marram grass, and the ocean.
Fresh air, blue skies and lots of cows.
Country kids, doing as country kids do.
A Saturday, a big Saturday, race day.
Primed and pumped, washed and polished.
Nerves and excitement, adrenalin flowing.
Awaiting the starter’s orders.
Country kids, doing as country kids do.
Fresh air, blue skies and lots of cows.
The estuary, marram grass, the ocean,
A stream, green grass and a hill.
And they are off, number 21 streaks into the lead.
Rides the first wave, high, high, too high.
He hits the first. Number 8 sneaks on past,
Takes the bend wide and is left wallowing in still water.
A stream, green grass, a hill,
The estuary, marram grass, and the ocean.
Fresh air, blue skies and lots of cows.
Country kids, doing as country kids do.
Number 21 (that’s me by the way) comes round the corner,
Rides the rapid and heads towards the tunnel.
Number 8 (that’s Jason) drifts out of the still water.
We are side by side as we enter the tunnel.
Country kids, doing as country kids do.
Fresh air, blue skies and lots of cows.
The estuary, marram grass, the ocean,
A stream, green grass and a hill.
White water turns into black water,
Side by side we fight our way through the tunnel.
We see the finish line through the rocks.
Who will take the fastest, safest path?
A stream, green grass, a hill,
The estuary, marram grass, and the ocean.
Fresh air, blue skies and lots of cows.
Country kids, doing as country kids do.
Smack into the side of the rock, the rapid sucks me down.
Jason sees his line and shoots down the centre.
Rides high the rapid, right over the finish line.
I flounder around in draw water and float over the line a
victorious second.
Country kids, doing as country kids do.
Fresh air, blue skies and lots of cows.
An important day, race day, on the hill.
Jason and I racing our felt pens down the creek.
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Country Kids is featured in my book titled Ta!. Ta! can be purchased at late for supper for €13.45
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