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we have a sense of urgency about time that tends to spurs us on
yet we are too afraid to go from familiar to unfamiliar horizons
we need to make positive use of whatever time that remains
to making 2008 great there are 5 steps we should ascertain
but how we use our time is not just up to us
for our time on earth is a gift from the God we all love and trust
yet time is so important and we need to understand
that time waits for no one so go forth with your plans
to make 2008 great these are the 5 steps you should follow
to making 2008 great start on them beginning tomorrow
step one is of servant hood, to be submissive to God's plans
to deny yourself, take up the cross and heed His commands
yet man's innate desire is always to be the center of attention
you need to be like the woman with the alabaster jar
whose name in the Scriptures is never even mentioned
step two is to use the talent and gift that God has specifically given you
to realize and utilize that special gift that makes you you
it matters not the talent nor the gift that you have received
it was an anointing from God so just go out and with it achieve
to empower, to encourage and to enrich God's glory
use your gift and talent and contribute to His story
step three is to use your failures as points towards growth and not surrender
learn from your mistakes and don't allow disappointments to hinder
the only thing that one learns from success is that it can be done
but failures are the things that will spur you to carry on until the battle is won
step four is make connections with others beyond your comfort zone
to reach out to the unfamiliar and realize you're not in this all alone
there are people in this world whom you'll perceive as being unlikely to help
but the Lord God may do the unexpected in order to help you help yourself
He'll put people in your path who you'll think you can't possibly need
but God's wisdom goes beyond human understanding
and He knows what you need to succeed
step five is simply to give thanks to the Lord our God
celebrate, commemorate and appreciate Him with a joyful heart
praise Him, bless Him, honor Him and give Him all the glory
thank Him for everything you have and for His continuous story
these are the 5 steps in life that we all need to take
in order to make the time we have left and the year 2008 great
At twenty-three, Brett found his girl,
A green-eyed vision with strawberry curls,
A year of dating came and went,
And wedding bells the sky did rent.
Life was good, he worked as a welder,
And rushed at night, tales to tell her
Of buildings built and bridges spanned,
Far and wide across this great land.
But as he watched football on his day off,
While he watched the Giants, nursed a cough,
His fun interrupted by a sudden call,
And from his hands the phone would fall.
While out getting some groceries,
A trucked plowed his wife’s car into a tree.
And as if just to make the situation worse,
She was just four months from giving birth…
He fell quite hard, into depression,
Triggered merely by his wife’s mention.
For years he took refuge in hard drink,
Lost his job, and was pushed to the brink.
With nowhere to go, he moved back home,
His parents watched, they heard his groans,
And knew there was little they could do,
But be there and hope that he pulled through.
At thirty, after a long stint in rehab,
He stopped the drinking, and drove a cab,
Eventually moving up to a long-haul truck,
Made some good money, improved his luck.
One day at thirty eight he pulled in
To a truck stop diner, for late dining.
The waitress, May, proved a friendly soul,
Thirty-seven, dirty blond, eyes of coal.
After eating they talked like old pals,
Then went to his rig for something else,
He got her number, and she got his.
They agreed to be friends-with-benefits.
And every time he drove on through,
Each the other they hotly pursued,
It seemed to him to be all too fleeting,
And ever harder when it came to leaving.
A year went by and Brett came in,
And found a worried-looking benefits-friend
She said he’d given her something great,
Fruit of the passion of his many stays.
Brett felt a fool, they were quite a pair,
Like two overeager and foolish teenagers,
But as he thought of it more, it became clear,
Brett never wanted to again leave here.
So Brett married May, and their child came,
Then another a year down, more of the same!
He found himself juggling two screaming boys,
At age thirty-nine, the late nights and the toys!
But Brett didn’t care, better late than never
And with May he would remain forever.
And give thanks to God whenever he prayed,
For showing him that even tragedy fades…
She did not choose to be sick,
to be admitted in that hospital,
to be in pain that wont go away,
to live a life in that wheel chair.
He did not choose to be blind,
to use that walking stick,
to not see light,
Or the bright morning sun,
and the colours of the rainbow,
the Thika super-highway,
Or the famous Niagra falls.
He did not choose to sleep hungry,
to miss meals,
to see his daughter sleep hungry,
His wife somehow angry,
at the world so unfair,
NO, he didn't choose.
She did not choose to be orphan,
not to have a mum she can make proud,
not to have a daddy she can run to,
if she could,
she could turn back time,
and death would not snatch them from her,
she could talk to angel of death,
convince him to let them live.
She did not choose to get rained on,
to sleep outside on,
verandahs in town,
she had no option,
the streets are her only home,
She has known all her life,
She would love to sleep in a house,
a place to call home,
Oh yes she would.
He did not choose to be born,
without both hands,
without both feet,
with a condition of the heart,
that makes him hurt,
because he has forever been,
On some medication.
NO, he didn't choose.
He did not choose,
to get an accident,
that left him completely paralysed,
that he can't move or talk,
he can't play or walk,
He can't run or jog,
NO, he didn't choose,
But YOU,
have a house, a home,
You probably have a mum and dad,
what will it take to appreciate them,
and be grateful they are alive??
You have eyes,
You can read a poem,
See sun shine,
See rainbow,
Watch movie,
It's not just ordinary,
It's miracle.
Do you give thanks,
for the little thing you have??
Do you take time to notice,
how blessed you are??
Do you give thanks,
because you have ten fingers???
Someone out there has none,
and don't just assume,
it can't happen to you too.
Do you give thanks because,
you can breath with ease??
Someone out there has been in hospital,
the last 8 months,
WHY?? Because they can't breath,
that biological act you probably take for granted.
Do you thank God because,
you have eye-brows and eye-lashes??
Finger-nails and hair??
Do you realize that someone out there doesn't??
Don't just take it for granted
Be a blessing to those who didn't have a choice,
We are in this journey together,
and
Every day IS a miracle,
This is a reminder,
Never take anything for granted.
Here we are again
With me with my small voice
smaller still than it was before
Reaching deep into the darkness to find you
to give you my hand and tell you that you are not alone
Here we are again
with me believing with all my heart and soul that I can help you
my voice cracking and you can't hear it
but my heart's so strong
Reaching out
so tired
so weak and yet so willing to reach for you
even in my own fatigue and age
to reach out for you
to let you know you're not alone
it's going to be okay
everyday is such a miracle
do you not see
if you look for how beautiful the morning is
How incredible it is at end of day
the sun sets
and this beautiful sunset
is it not more beautiful than you can believe
is it not worth living for
just to see it
I didn't
I don't want to ask anything more from one day than a beautiful sunrise and a beautiful sunset
and
that I did I do something
I got off the couch I did something
I accomplished at least one thing that I really wanted to accomplish in any day
That's how you survive
You get up and do one thing
One thing at least
that makes you proud
Dishes, laundry, paint something, fix something, help someone, clean something, brush your teeth, wash your hair, anything
and then go on
one step at a time
one day at a time
not like the alcoholics call it but just believe in every single day
Give thanks for your pillow
Give thanks for your sheets
Give thanks for your water
give thanks for showers
do you know people used to only bathe once in awhile in cold water in big tubs...do you have any idea how incredible it is that we have hot water and you can stand in the shower
you want to give up life and yet the reality is if you just stand in the shower in that hot water you'll feel so much better and if you think about how much you should appreciate it
that
that alone is enough to get you through at least one day
Please get through one more day
And then each day is brand new...just one more thing...do just one more thing you can be proud of as the sun sets
Do you over and over cause I think you are incredible
I think you are beautiful
I believe in you and my love has no end
Just like love is supposed to be
Somewhere out here in cyber security space
God gets to say just what he wants to
I love you
It’s as if something had exploded in my brain and the whole world had gone insane, it is that magic that you feel when you know that love is real and all the doubts and fear had gone away and something appealing was here to stay, and it embolden my will to get up and sing.
I couldn’t see it but I could feel it, I couldn’t touch it but I could imagine it and the skies turn blue I know that the oracle will come true, oh if you could feel what I feel, you would know that life is real and the fountain of love isdripping from above.
Oh if I could turn the clock back in time, I would undo the hatred of our ancestor and unite the broken hearts and compose music about the sun and sea. I would rewrite the new world order and send love to my sisters and brothers and mend the broken bridges, I would stand on the mountain and send messages of love to the weary, and when the sun is going down
I would give thanks for the heart and the crown.
Can you feel the blood running through your vein? feel the warmth that it bring and submit to it will you have travelled a million miles and have made thousands of sacrifice so live that
You were meant to live so separate yourself from the hill, the daily complains around you have drained your mental and spiritual energy and you will never be happy if you stay there
The universe has so much to share, so come with me and I will tell you what I heart speaks.
Circulate the letters of time and you will find the magic words
That is perfect for your soul, it is the way it is juxtaposed and the oxymoron that gives you running nose is smiling. It is like the architect of the sea that has come to set the reptiles free, they know where they stand and how live on the land.
Draw back the curtains of time and you will see things that will blow your mind, go back to the negotiation table and don’t leave the room until a good deal is reached, then you can rest your feet. You will have your bathroom break in the same place
And everyone everywhere that is working on whatever deal will follow the same method to mend their heel. And if it’s not complete in one day, you will stay in the same place until a deal is reached that everyone can agree to.
Circulate my words and cleanse your soul, circulate my poems and make the deal whole. Come and join me and you will be happy.
It's gone, the thundering voice of destruction, leaving behind the shattered lives and loves of yesterday. The darkness is broken only by the sounds of silence. We have survived the tornado.
There is a stir beneath me as I feel my boys begin to move. “Mom, are we dead” a tremulous voice ventures? “No” I say, “God did not look the other way”.
I try to move and a flash of pain runs through my body. I am trapped. I cannot move my legs. I must stay calm. No one knows we're here. What's that? A voice', faint but growing stronger. Hello! Can anybody hear me?
“We're down here” I cry. “Please help us, I can't move”. A sense of relief crowds my senses before a wave of nausea rolls over me. I remember hugging my boys.
Light streams through the window of an unfamiliar room. “Where am I. Where are my boys” I ask. Lay still I am told. Your boys are fine, and you will be too, but now you must rest.
I drift between a world of sunshine and shadow, waking fitfully. I survey my surroundings. I glance at the shape beneath my sheet that is my body and absently note that I cannot see my feet. Clutching the sheet I slowly draw it up. An anguished scream escapes my throat. My legs! They are gone! There is nothing below my knees. I panic. I cannot live like this. What am I going to do? The tears fall uncontrollably.
A doctor enters the room and offers me a sedative. I scream at him about the injustice. I am a mother. I am angry. He speaks to me in quiet tones. We did everything they could he says. There was no other choice.
Days pass and I worry about what my boys will think when they see me for the first time. I know it is now up to me to deal with it, but I am so afraid. And I am still angry at God for what he took away from me just when I needed him most.
I lay there, contemplating my misfortune, feeling sorry for myself when two little boys burst through the door, laughing and looking for their mom. My heart races as they climb up on my bed.
“Mom” the older boy says. “Can I ride in your wheelchair”?
At that moment, it all becomes clear. They do not care how I look. They love me just the same. Through my tears I realize that in fact I have been blessed. I can no longer hate Him for what I lost, but instead, I must give thanks for what He let me keep.
* Paid my heed my friends for the frost giants begin their march southwards,
* and their hounds of winter ,shall Slather and bay awaiting direction from their masters
* as then ,
* they fall upon us .
* Even the sun wains back at the feel and shadow of their March.
* Our brothers the oaks stand true ,
* as these giants now put breath upon them.
* And so it is ,
* the sacred grove now sent to slumber,
* until the giants and their hounds, call for retreat.
* The longest night approaches and no advance can be made in our labours,
* For the ground is now of stone and freezing fire ice .
* We shield their attack with fur cloaks , glowing hearths and summers blessed mead .
* Our friends, family and forgiven foes gather and give thanks to the old year and for its bounty.
* Calls for the sun to return and warmth for the soil ,
* echo amongst all present .
* In the coming born year may our land , wives , and beasts be fruitful.
* Now darkness is abound,
* but for this bastion of kindred folk , the hounds of winter now tearing at the door , scream their howling and send their cold and shrills, about this protected steading .
* Grandfather places his knowing hand upon a beam "The carved runes in this lintel shall keep the frost wolves from our door, since ages past, and so mote it be" .
* All nod and agree at this given truth.
* But
* Not but for the silver light of our lady would we know anywhere else existed this darkening , he exclaims ! .
* A drum starts to beat softly as the crones of this gathered tribe begin to chant .
* Our oldest tribe member steps forward, for on this night they will carry the youngest in their arms .
* Together it will be their honour to sing for the log of Yule to then be consumed by this ,
* our holy fire .
* As the longest night starts its ending and the folk kneel beside the sacred glow messages are shouted to those who have passed through the great veil .
* They hear our shouts of love and joy , they hear us call their names as we tell them , "all is well ".
* We send our gratitude ,thanks and blessings may they be,
* as we have been, on this longest of all nights
WHO WERE THE PILGRIMS ?
JAMESTOWN
1607
Four hundred years ago high-born Brits sailed to America
Seeking fast fortunes, adventure and fame.
Many would never endure their first year here
Cultivating, foraging, and hunting game.
Arriving in Virginia they came ill-prepared
In search of gold and a route to the South Seas
What they found were hostile Indians,
Insects, starvation, and disease.
“Virginia is Earth’s only Paradise!”
The laureate of England would proclaim!”
However by August of 1607,
Every day there was anguish, and pain.
They ate their horses, dogs, cats and rats
One man ate his wife and hid her bones in the ground.
Despite their hardships, half managed to survive
Becoming America’s first permanent, English town .
THE FIRST THANKSGIVING
The Pilgrims held their first Thanksgiving
At Plymouth in October 1621.
The bitter winter of 1620, was over
With a loss of many father, mother, daughter or son.
Life for survivors was much better now
As a good harvest improved what was rationed
Settlers enjoyed good health and prosperity
As homes were raised from the logs they fashioned.
They walked unafraid and safely in the woods
For they had made peace with the Indians.
After the signing a long-lasting treaty
Natives and Pilgrims shared the land as friends.
Sending four men to shoot waterfowl and wild turkeys
The Pilgrims decreed a holiday of good fortune
A chief was invited who brought 90 braves
And five deer to increase the portion.
It was an open-air roast and festival
Held along the north bank of Town Brook.
Where there were games of skill, chance and dance
While everyone gorged on the feast they cooked.
From then on Thanksgiving spread through the colonies
Though each region chose its own date.
Till in 1789 President Washington proclaimed
November 26 a day to give thanks and celebrate.
The theme of Thanksgiving has always been the same.
Though its date has changed many times.
A day for giving and remembering the less fortunate
Expressing thankfulness with our prayers, hearts and minds.
It is our duty as a nation to acknowledge providence
Of Almighty God, and to obey his will.
To be grateful for his blessings, and protection
As we humbly partake in the tables we fill.
TO FULLY UNDERSTAND THIS POEM PLEASE READ BRONTE INSPIRATION 1, 2 and 3
Little Patrick in the nursery playing with his toys
Asks ''MUM'' can I have a sister like the other girls and boy ?
His friends have told him in playschool about their expanding families
Our little boy wants a sibling and we are only too happy to please
With every waking moment , we climb those Bronte stairs
Or get cosy on the sofa, the foot stools and easy chairs
We felt that we had tried so hard and we had little left to give
The doctor told us that our test had come back positive
We are so very blessed Patrick’s a lovely little boy
He looks just like his daddy; he is our pride and joy
Despite the fact he’s young and only just aged three
He is so excited at the expected addition to the family
Only yesterday he brought me his favourite teddy
Put it in the nursery for when the time is ready
He would love a sister and has chosen a lovely name
I’ve told him to be patient we must play the waiting game.
Patrick often cuddles up and touches your tummy
Says ' I can feel her growing inside you mummy '
His much loved chicken nuggets he shares with you
Come on mum , you know you've got to eat for two
We giggle as Patrick’s patience grows shorter
I'm just hoping that we have a beautiful daughter
He wants a sister with every ounce of his heart
I'm praying that we can do our part.
The time for the birth is now drawing near
With you by my side I have nothing to fear
Patrick is due to stay with his little friend
To keep him amused on them we depend
Finally the waters break and the baby is on it way
We hurry to the hospital we have waited for this day
At last the baby arrives she has such a lovely face
Patrick’s name is so apt for her, so we have named her Grace
We take care to involve our son in all we try to do
Taking every opportunity to inspire hearts and minds a new
Our children have their moments and sometimes they misbehave
With love and careful guidance, we have a million memories to save
So many children's giggles and demonstrations of love and care
We give thanks to God for the happiness we share
We've ensured the Bronte house is a happy love filled place
A sanctuary of our own for our children Patrick and Grace
13th June 2014
Written by Jan Allison & Darren Watson
life had written an etude in D minor and barely gave him a pass
D for defeat denial disintegration dour reprise of the inevitable
bottom of the class for society sang to its dominant song book
while he was tone deaf and kept quiet hiding a coarse inner voice
his internal melodies sounded like a rusty cheese grinder on arrest
detained him after school hours to punish his apparent shortcomings
but it is difficult to make fine parmesan from blue veined fromage
and the blues of his childhood suffered under cruel constant assault
´the boy has got no sense´ and the child was never spared the rod
when all he wanted was a bit of cane sugar yet he did not suck up
to their blows which knocked out a few teeth in the long process
that laid the cruel basis for his trademark cheeky and sardonic smile
´when you have grown you will show gratitude for our kind efforts
to change your attitude and give thanks to our shaping your mould´
as it came to writing music-sheets he scripted them in lemon juice
secret messages because when life gives acidity you have a choice
one teacher was gentle with him and gifted him sour boiled sweets
for every time he hit a note from his own repertoire of aspirations
he almost chocked on such a gesture of compassion and novelty
breathed out slowly and poured out his heart in cacophonic sorrow
‘I might never become a tambourine major or master of ceremonies
no choral conductor or symphonic regent in other's marching bands
my choir will be a small ensemble and quality strikes vocal-chords
right where they need caressing and cradling but not false elocution’
‘if I can wipe the cheesy grimaces off the face of my crude tormentors
so be it then´ but this is in truth not about a vicious viscous fondue
gratitude has to be earned and thanksgiving follows genuine kindness
attitudes meanwhile may change or strengthen ´for this is my music´
A composition in Roquefort major with walnut crumble and cherries
on my cake and some can see clearly the grinder has its own purpose
when pungent milk turns into custard and some have egg on their faces
‘Its not about perfection but progress is built on effort and appreciation´
26th August 2020