For those who fear that
I am missing in action
I am back
and the oysters were good
but you would know that
if you were following me
on facebook
i put clean socks
on today
~6th Place Editor’s Choice Award
‘Little Kristina’ won ‘6th place ‘Editor’s Choice Award’ and ‘Highly Commended’ in the ‘Masters Level’ in a ‘FaithWriters’ writing competition. USA 2011/12.
To see the poem at ‘FaithWriters’ and to read all the lovely comments it has received click here.
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Little Kristina
My broken heart
skips a beat
as I round
the corner
to be greeted
by your
widespread arms
and little legs
running so hard
rushing to wrap
me in the
innocence
of your
loneliness.
I want to smother you
with a father’s love
and lavish you
with words
tell you
how
cute you look
and special you are
to whisper
sacred little things
like
‘I love you’.
Alas, I am but
a foreigner
a volunteer
a
protector of orphans
who will
one day
return to
the familiar
embrace
of his loving
kin.
I won’t be there
when the darkness
of the night
drowns your tears
I won’t be there
to calm your fear
and hold your hand
on your first
day
of school
your first boyfriend
will never
grace my
doorstep
and I will
not be
giving
you away
on your wedding
day.
I cannot
be there
for you
cannot
take
you
home
so when
you look in
my eyes
and melt
my hurting
heart
please feel
what is left
unsaid
I cannot
be there
for
you.
But someone
else can,
he will hold
you and
not let go
he will lavish you
love you
he is your adopter
and salvation
little Kristina
spread your
arms wide
and
welcome
Him
He is
your
Father.
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Thank you so much for reading ‘out for lunch’. If you would like to contribute, please do. Thanks Kel.
Immanuel
Immanuel
God in his majesty
God in his humanity
God with us
God in his completeness
and humanity in her fullness
Immanuel
Immanuel
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Thank you so much for reading ‘out for lunch’. If you would like to contribute, please do. Thanks Kel.
‘Boorowa, New South Wales’ was ‘Highly Commended’ in the ‘Level 3 Advanced’ section of the FaithWriters writing challenge. USA 2011.
Also to read the lovely comments and critiques that this poem has received, read the original version at FaithWriters
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Boorowa, New South Wales
takes the prize
as having, the most
nothing
that I have ever seen
in one place, at one time
Newly-weds
together exploring life
exploring each other
and exploring God
living in a pup-tent
under tired sheoaks
and ragged, thirsty gum-trees
basting in the relentless Australian sun
Planting grape vines
in never-ending, fly-blown
dusty, sticky rows
drinking hot water
eating hot sandwiches
Rest day Sunday
Anglican church
hymns and hallelujahs
nasally locals
cooing over tired Kiwis
Pub grub supper
Court House Hotel
under colonial porches
with beer-bellied men
and tick tickling dogs
First Christmas together
two-inch Christmas tree
gagging in the back of our tent
empty air-conditioned restaurant
Chinese food, outback style
street party
searching for traditions
that were being played out by family
in another country
Oh Boorowa, New South Wales
sweet little nothing Boorowa
steadily running from my memory banks
thanks for the experience,
the sun and the tired sheoaks.
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Thank you so much for reading ‘out for lunch’. If you would like to contribute, please do. Thanks Kel.
Had a game of Cricket in the weekend, I played for the ‘All Star International Cricket Team’ (ASICT) and lost very handsomely to the unofficial ‘Lithuanian National Cricket Team’.
At the crease I scored the forth highest score for the ASICT.
Actually got quite a shock when I connected.
And finally went out for a whooping big two.
However I was a better bowler.
Two overs, two wides, two runs and one four.
The hero of the ASICT was the now famous Simonas Kiela with his fantastic boundary catch of the last ball of our innings.
Batting, well lets just say that those Lithuanian Indians and Lithuanian Pakistanis sure could bowl.
Final score
Well something like ASICT 62 all out
Lithuanian National Team 162 with some retirements due to the ferocity of the ASICT