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I Am – sent me

I AM – SENT ME

People often talk of the Peace they sense in nature

In their nature walks –

they feel some kind of peace when nobody talks

Some refer to it as getting closer to God

But to move from busy hubbub to calm and relaxed

Can be simply that –

nothing more profound or complex

God is not nature neither is He – in – what He has created

A tree is not his dwelling place

Else we can worship the work of his hands

if indeed He is impersonal and a figment of

man’s intellectual demands

If indeed He is impersonal then

He can dwell in temples made with hands

If He is electricity or some abstract force of nature

He is the figment of the imagination of the creature

Instead of a Personal Saviour – with a divine nature

We can make Him all kinds of things –

But Jesus – speaks and brings

His Word to bear upon us 

To keep us right, on track, in a sound mind

‘I Am that I Am’ is His address to Moses

Say to them: ‘I Am has sent me…’

(Acts 7/48, 17/24) (Exodus 3/14)

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Poetic Interlude IX

A WALK IN NATURE

Down by the slippery tree –

never searched-out why it might be

And kicking through blades of grass

I stop to stare at swans as they pass

My hands on hips my stare intact

I notice their regal look and feathers perfect

White as white can be and undisturbed 

By you or me

They take their time as Regals should

This way – then that – depending on their mood

Their orange bill-pointer at large

delves into their feathery down

And then sequentially dives beneath

the water’s Carmel brown

I wonder what she snatched

Perhaps a young insect not long hatched?

Time to trundle-on along the river side

Take-in all nature has,

maybe pull up a stump and abide

I stay there – ’til soon it’s past noon

The morning walk is over

“Be home soon”

I tell the better-half on the mobile

But I linger –

excusing myself for staying another while

Poetic Interlude VI

NATURE’S ORCHESTRA (2019)

All elements complain

Gusty wind and stormy rain

All elements complain

Creaking trees in vast domain

 

All join in the fray

Orchestral confusion in tuning-up-tunes

Strings of spindly branches too loose

To find a tight rendition

 

Leaves swaying trying to keep in time

Bullrushes stretch to see beyond

Every player rasping on each other

Each blaming sister or brother

 

From Corfu to Bahama-island-sand

Across the mighty ocean

The symphony began

Unknown instruments held in – unknown hands

 

Music symphonies as nature leaves the silence-bind

To play the missing chord that music cannot find

Mountains loom above – looking down on the band

As the sea roars it’s contribution to the land

 

As man runs to hide his head – rather like a coward

With no appreciation for this music avant-garde

He flees the sonic din he doesn’t understand

All fears rise-up to the disaster never planned

 

A song to arise – an opera of superseding grandeur

All drums of thunderclap sound

Split to give way to lightning flash

The amateur rocks will have another bash

 

While in the grassy slopes each blade tries to stand

To applaud the combination-grand

All is let loose with no conductor to command

Animals beneath will watch it on the TV of the moorland

 

They run like you and me as the storm-score takes its toll

It has strummed many strings and solo’d it’s drum roll

Another day another gig for it’s not due it’s repose

Into the night and into the next day it keeps us on our toes

 

Din after din to the untrained ear

But sophisticated composition in musical Shakespeare

It’s dying now – where has the crescendo gone?

It will live to fight another year – turn and turn it on

 

Sound recorded for posterity

It’s devastation now needs prosperity

Nature’s music always leaves it’s aftermath

It’s genre – classical or rock – music for it’s warpath

 

We know it will try again to produce another album

Tuning-up trying to harmonise – but still remaining random

Extreme sound – loud and clear and long and shrill

Remember this piece – as you yield to the awesome thrill

Poetic Interlude V

DOWN IT SEEMS (2019)

Down among the dead men

The bones are lying low

Not a puff of air is found

But what do I know?

I’m not there

 

Down beneath the gooey pond’s-surface

All kinds of tangled-up-in-green

Not a swirling sound is found

But what do I know?

I can’t swim

 

Down beneath the 60 millionth pebble

Lies more than this – in sand grain

As deeper and deeper it goes

But what do I know?

I’m not a minuscule

 

Down in the heart of that friend

Lies all kinds of things

Thoughts galore I can’t explore

And I never will

But what do I know?

As their mind could be – a vacant lot

 

Down – as down as she could be

And never stirring within

She sits before the counsellor

Lost deep in personal ‘spin’ 

But what do I know?

As I can’t get to – where-to-begin

 

Down a little further – on-down the hill

We stop to count the buttercups

And reprimand the dog

But what do I know?

He might only want to play

 

Down and out upon the sidewalk

Some call it skid row city

He tries to stir us to give him pity

And then his legs to work

But what do I know?

He’s only one of many

 

Down for the last time

On our way to drown

Like masks in Japan

we wear our frown

But what do I know?

I’m last to hit the ground

 

The moral of the story

There might be one

Down among the humans

But what do they know?

Morals are few-and-far-between

Storm steadying voice

STORM STEADYING VOICE

Matthew 8/

23 Now when He got into a boat, His disciples followed Him. 24 And suddenly a great tempest arose on the sea, so that the boat was covered with the waves. But He was asleep. 25 Then His disciples came to Him and awoke Him, saying, “Lord, save us! We are perishing!”

26 But He said to them, “Why are you fearful, O you of little faith?” Then He arose and rebuked the winds and the sea, and there was a great calm. 27 So the men marvelled, saying,“Who can this be, that even the winds and the sea obey Him?”

In these days there is need, like never before for a steady voice.

By a ‘steady’ voice I mean the kind of voice that expresses a steady heart-and-hand in steering the ship through the narrow gap between rocky waters, without making shipwreck.

The only steady hand we can completely trust and rely on is the hand of God. The hand of Jesus in the boat – to rest His way through the storm.

The storm is only something that can drown or kill in the natural world. But the natural wind and sea obey Him.

So for Him there is no stormy-sea problem in your natural emotion He cannot calm.

But for us no one can boast of the storms of life being ‘water off a duck’s back’ – far from it, we are prone to panic, to discouragement, and to becoming overwhelmed, just like the early disciples.

We are just made that way. The lower nature has made us that way. The storms of life provoke all kinds of reactions. Born out of fear and panic and hurt.

So as we look for a man to steady the ship and to show us the way – we cannot find one.

No man except the one of whom it was said – ‘no man ever spoke like this man…’. The man Christ Jesus. (John 7/46).

There are mature strong leaders in the church. Proven men of calibre, who have weathered many storms and having done-all-to-stand – are still standing.

But many have fallen under the storm of temptation, or failure, or persecution, or pleasure.

No one can set the sinless example that alone will give us complete confidence in them.

The preachers too need to hear the sermon.

The preacher delivering God’s message, must in turn listen to God.

The congregation need to honour  the message, if it is in line with the words of the Son of God.

Taking the bible-based words as a word from God, and not from man.

As we honour the preacher so we must honour his audience.

But we must reserve our worship for God alone, and not for His servants, because His servants are encompassed with infirmity, like all humans. (Hebrews 5/2)

We might say that anyone with ‘half a brain’ can see the increase of chaos and darkness on the face of the earth, working through man’s nature.

As soon as someone stands for the ways of Christ – they seek to discredit him and look for ways in which to catch him out – and brand him a fake, because he preaches Christ. Just like they did to the King of Kings Himself.

…And they send unto him certain of the Pharisees and of the Herodians, to catch him in his words. (Mark 12//13)

Pray for ‘Great Grace’ in these days – the church needs it!

And with great power gave the apostles witness of the resurrection of the Lord Jesus: and great grace was upon them all. (Acts 4/32)