Packing

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So for a while there I thought I wouldn’t get there but the packing has all happened and moving day has been and gone! The boxes reminded me of this poem from 2011 when I travelled to Tanzania for 2 years…

Packing

Suitcase, books, clothes, shoes

Check to see what needs removed.

Boxes, tape, labelled… ‘Fear!’

This is no small job

There’s a load to work through here!

Stacks, piles, heaps even

Hills of stuff that should have been dumped

Mounds, towers, shaking – unsteady!

This is a mammoth job and I’m not sure I’m ready!

I’m just me- small and faint

Not able on my own to pack away all my past and then paint right over it.

‘Look closely’ says a soft voice by the door

The One who says He’s gone before

‘Look closely and you will see

That I have made a way for thee

To live and breathe and have your being

To experience a love that’s freeing

Free from heavy baggage that weighs you down

Free because I bore the crown.

 

©E. Henry, 2018

Salty Lot?

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Sunday night…

 

Work tomorrow morning …

 

How are you feeling about it?

 

For those of you reading this who identify as a Jesus follower (aka Christian) you have reason to be excited!

Even about tomorrow!

You have a reason to be excited because of the hope you have inside you –

And Monday morning, after a Sunday, is the perfect time to let the salt be seen (or tasted 😁)!

So this is a poem of challenge but also an encouragement because God can even show himself through us…

We just need to allow him!

 

Salty Lot?

Are we a salty lot?

Do we taste as we ought?

In the world

Not of the world

Bought

With a price.

His. Sacrifice

What for?

Saved from sin

New life to begin

Yes but

Saved for a reason

To season

And flavour

Like food to savour.

To be salt and more than this

To never lose our saltiness..

Like Lot.

A righteous man

Disturbed  by all the evil mess of those around

They surrounded him

In sin.

He tried to shine

But after time

It became familiar

To his kin.

The taste of sin

Not the taste of salt.

Are we a salty lot?

Do we taste as we ought?

His wife too here is a sign

To never turn, to always shine

In our obedience of His word

To follow Him and not the world.

 

A salty pillar or a pillar of salt?

 

One who shines or hides

Under a bushel?

One who hides or one who exalts

God?

Are we a salty lot?

Do we taste as we ought?

 

©E. Henry, 2015.

Pic to Poem- day five

The BBC News keeps me up to date
with a good bit of news from Northern Ireland.

This week, I watched in horror as I witnessed the fire burn the beautiful old building that was used for Primark.

It now stands as a shell.

And it got me thinking…

The burn

The clock no longer ticks to the movement of the day…

The bank no longer cashes coins for it to store away…

The shop no longer sells its ware to the eager crowd…

I sigh. I sadden.

Beautiful bricks tarred with smoke, rubble and ash.

The past – nearly erased

The present – put on hold

The future – told with borrowing eyes

Yet it stands..

For now.

What can we learn

From the burn?

© E. Henry, 2018

Pic to Poem- day five

The BBC News keeps me up to date
with a good bit of news from Northern Ireland.

This week, I watched in horror as I witnessed the fire burn the beautiful old building that was used for Primark.

It now stands as a shell.

And it got me thinking…

The burn

The clock no longer ticks to the movement of the day…

The bank no longer cashes coins for it to store away…

The shop no longer sells its ware to the eager crowd…

I sigh. I sadden.

Beautiful bricks tarred with smoke, rubble and ash.

The past – nearly erased

The present – put on hold

The future – told with borrowing eyes

Yet it stands..

For now.

What can we learn

From the burn?

© E. Henry, 2018

Pic to poem – day four

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Goodbyes are always hard.

And I’m saying goodbye to this one to South Africa.

But it’s a see you later really..

 

I’ll see you in S. A.

I’ll see you in S. A.

Hopefully not before we’re both grey and old

It’s a bold claim as I don’t have the money for the plane journey..

Yet

I will see you in S. A and I can say

That God willing

because He has good plans I stand

in the truth that he knows our hearts desires.

And that is my heart’s desire…

He gave us each other for these 2 years, we’ve cried tears

and laughed laughs

And man have we been ‘strong and courageOUS!!
But I’ll see you in S. A, God willing…

Before we’re grey and old!

 

© E. Henry, 2018.

Pic to poem – day three

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Warning light

 

Lights are everywhere

Some to stop you and start you and  some to glare a warning in your direction.

I have had my fair share…

The engine light came on today

A borrowed car, I have to say

I was scared and prayed I’d get back safe.

I didn’t race

I took it slow and

Once home…

I didn’t do anything.

I should’ve taken it to the garage…check the water, or oil or mileage…

But I didn’t do anything.

The engine light disappeared today.

The warning light has gone away.

But I didn’t do anything…

 

 

© E. Henry, 2018