A Net in Time

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Rush … Stop

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Oddly enough, when the word rush comes up, I tend to think of slowing down or of deliberate action.  To rush around just feels so random and directionless because you are going so fast as to get so much done. Join us won’t you in this Five Minute Friday challenge?  What does rush mean to you?  To me it should be coupled with the word Stop.

Rush stop poem

Rush … Stop, a poem

It took just a moment.
A startled realization.
Coming straight toward me.
With deliberation in her step.

Tail up, head lowered.
I just knew trouble was brewing.

If I wasn’t careful
I was going to
What you’d call a
SITUATION on my hands.

I wanted to avoid that
At all costs.

Backing up slowly
I give some more space
Avoiding the teeth,
Those claws so sharp.

One would be amazed
At the need to avoid
A small herbivore
On a bit of a tear.

So adept at the rush!
That sparks such fear.

Such deliberateness of action.
She talks to me clear.
Mind your manners
Stay away from here!

Minding my hands
And saying taught words.
STOP, momma, STOP
It’s me talking here.

I see a halt,
A head cocks to the side

And the rush ends
Just like that.
Momma remembers
I bring the food.

No harm comes
At the sound of my voice.

rush Stop a poem, a bunny face

And so I’m called to mind,
the sound of God’s voice,
whispering in my ear. 
Reminding me of training received.
 
The knowledge I have gained
The trust given.
and the calming
that happens when
I hear that voice.

How very much like
a momma bunny I can be.

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Fullness of Time

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This week’s Five Minute Friday word prompt is Full. Have you ever considered joining us with grabbing 5-10 minutes to write a post on a one word prompt?   I find it very fun, perhaps you might too. Come along with won’t you.  Let us discuss the word full in this poem on the Fullness of time.

Fullness of time

Fullness of Time

In the fullness of time
It shall come.
So the prophets foretold.

And I will put enmity
    between you and the woman,
    and between your offspring and hers;
he will crush your head,
    and you will strike his heel.
So it was foretold.
A time would come those enemies meeting.

Judah will hold the royal scepter,
And his descendants will always rule.
Nations will bring him tribute
And bow in obedience before him. 
So it was foretold.
A time when David’s lad will reign.

“Bethlehem Ephrathah,
you are one of the smallest towns in Judah,
but out of you I will bring a ruler for Israel,
whose family line goes back to ancient times.”
So it was foretold.
The lowliest will eventually rule.

But the LORD will still give you proof.
A virgin is pregnant;
she will have a son and will name him Immanuel.
So it was foretold.
Miss Mary a child will bear.

A child is born to us!
A son is given to us!
And he will be our ruler.
He will be called, “Wonderful Counselor,”
“Mighty God,” “Eternal Father,”
“Prince of Peace.”
So it was foretold.
God made flesh dwelling among.

And so it was.
When the world was ready.
Easy road access everywhere.
People gathered.
A census called.
A town of Bethleham chosen.

It was all foretold.
That when all was ready.
In the fullness of time.
A saviour would be born.

Hiding the Unknown

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So the five minute Friday word this week is unknown and the blogging through the alphabet letter is H this week.  When Kate presented the word unknown this idea immediately popped into my head. Hiding the Unknown. How does one see the unknown?  How can one hide the unknown? What does one do when the unknown is discovered? Isn’t that an intriguing thought?   🙂

Hiding the Unknown

Hiding the Unknown

Talking with my lad, we considered the future.
So many unknowns, so many possibilities.
How does one make a decision?
Can one know the correct path to take?

All one can do is consider what is directly there.
Learn yourself and the needs you have.
Then take the path that meets those needs
EVEN IF you don’t know exactly the end result.

Knowing my lad’s brain I brought up
Schrodinger’s Cat.
How there are two endings: Life or Death.
In life, you have success or failure at the end of a given path.

And that the end of a path,
Success or failure isn’t determined in the immediate
All that learning never goes to waste.
Lessons learned always move you forward.

Our conversation moved on
Talking about a gap year between
High-school and college.
The solidifying of faith.

The value of understanding one’s faith
Before moving into a place that
Challenges your faith in so many ways.
Causing many young people to leave their faith behind.

How does one help a young person to
Know the hidden secrets of the kingdom of heaven?
To know the parables they hear, apply to them.
And don’t hide Christ behind a mirror dimmly seen.

How do I help my son not be one who
Seeing does not see
and hearing does not hear and
Does not understand.

Over the next four years
I see continued learning
and searching out
Of teaching and seeing.

Trying to help a lad
Solidify his faith, Hiding the Unknown
As he moves forward into life
As an independent adult.

Hiding the Unknown

The Bible Tells Us This

Then the disciples came and said to [Jesus], “Why do you speak to them in parables?” And he answered them, “To you it has been given to known the secrets of the kingdom of heaven, but to them it has not been given. For to the one who has, more will be given, and he will have an abundance, but from the one who has not, even what he has will be taken away. This is why I speak to them in parables, because seeing they do not see, and hearing they do not hear, nor do they understand. (Matthew 13:1-17)

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Settle Baby Settle

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So I started this last night but was feeling rather meh about life.  We had a lot of snow falling, and I had a rabbit class to prepare for.  So I headed to bed with this word on my brain, not happy with how I originally started it.  Today I woke up ill… poor night sleep, cold and coughing.  Cancelled out on my rabbit class and spent most of the day sleeping.  Then the idea of this poem came upon me, and so we have Settle Baby Settle. 

Read and then join us over at Kate’s won’t you?

Settle Baby Settle

Settle baby Settle
Momma’s on her way.
Settle baby settle
Don’t cry your life away.

Settle young one Settle
Can’t you hear her steps?
Or does your whimper hide
The helps that comes?

Settle child Settle
Listen to your folks
Answering whys and wherefores
Teaching about the world.

Settle Lad Settle
Growing mighty fast
Discovering skills, Making friends
Learning on your own.

Settle boy Settle
Reaching for the stars
Exploring life on your own
Don’t forget, you’re needed at home.

Settle lad settle
You are not a man quite yet
Busy working, Seeing life
Mentored by someone else.

Settle Momma Settle
Know that you still have time.
Your youngest love has not yet left.
And the bonds are still tight.

Settle momma Settle
Relax and know
God watches close.
Mind that as you plan.

At Last, We are Done

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Over the last month I have had a hoot taking part in the Write 31 days challenge.  Did you take part?   Did I find the time to comment on at least one of your posts?  I certainly tried.  🙂  But here we are, yesterday was the last day.  I can happily say “At Last, we are done!”.

at last we are done

At Last, We are Done
This tired one says.
It was so great to do
This challenge these days.

31 days of writing a prompt
Could she do it?
Yes, she thought.
Mixing together poetry and prose.

Some days creative thinking
Combining a word
With a review, Or a post
But mostly poetry ruled the roost.

These posts were a favourite
Sharing ones heart.
Learning how
Deep runs the well.

Miss Kate found the words
To inspire us all.
Some started strong,
Then found it better to rest.

Others persevered
Demanding to meet the test.
Work interference not withstanding
A friend this challenge kept.

Favourites I found
In 31 words
Practice, Need,
Voice, Join, and Open.

Words that bring up
Memories of past.
The joys of the present.
Opening my life.

Scary at times.
But I’m learning you see
Only I, can tell you
All about me.

But at last, We are done.
Now just Fridays remain.
Once a week poetry,
Yes, that’s my game.

Memory of Sin

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So I went to bible study this morning where we are studying No Other Gods by Kelly Minter.   Today’s lesson was based on the life of Leah and Rachel being married to Jacob.  What a messed up family relationship stuff that was.   Laban cheating his son-in-law, love and unlove in the same household, sisters having to share a man, babies/no babies.  What a total mess.   Anyways, as we walked through the lesson learning about how to handle sin, and jealousy, envy and anger one of the ladies commented that the memory of her sin makes her feel guilty, even after she repents, and what should she do with that?  The memory of sin created guilt.  

Memory of sin

Go: Memory of sin

I remember it,
Clear as a bell,
That day I walked out of the store.
Grabbing some pop I didn’t pay for.

Immediately as I left I felt the sting
Conviction of wrong-doing
There, I did it again.
I didn’t go back.

Over time that sin
It weighed me down
Conviction encouraging me
To make it all right.

Finally driven
Back to the store
I paid for a pop,
But I left it at the door.

Conviction assuaded,
I knew I did right.
But the guilt of the day
Kept me up at night.

What do I do?
How can I make it right?
I ALREADY DID IT!
I made it ALRIGHT!!!

Til finally God
When I cried out again
Said Leave it my child
at the cross once again.

Forgiveness you sought.
Freely given it was.
You made it alright with
The place you stole from.

Leave it with me.
It’s covered you see.
Don’t let old memories
Drive you away from me.

And then I remembered
The difference between
Guilt and conviction,
It’s not always easy to see.

Conviction drive you
To repair what is wrong.
Guilt causes a wedge
It’s not where you belong.

Leave the past to the past
Once forgiveness is given.
Tell the guilt now
Good riddance.

Stop

Another poem in this years write 31 days challenge.   Have you been having fun?  I hope so!  

Wait

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I saw this word wait and I was immediately transported back in time when I hollered wait, and waiting happened. The joy that transpired.  It’s an old memory, but a good one. 🙂

Wait, a poem

WAIT!

The command slipped out of my mouth.
To my joy he stopped.
Heart-pounding joy,
My son stopped.

This crazy tow-headed lad
Shrieking with delight
Running away from his mom.

I saw the road
The car moving along
And my heart about stopped in my chest.

And I hollered
WAIT!
And my lad stopped and turned.

My heart continued to beat
I laughed and told my lad
“You run so fast”

And “Good boy for listening”
“Good boy for hearing mommy yell wait”.
And all was good.

I wanted to holler at him for running
For making my heart about stop.
But he listened.

And a momma has to praise
a lad for obedience.
She has to see the good.

Because you know
God sees the good too.
And this I need my lad to see.

To understand the grace God gives me
A momma can hand over to her lad.
Showing him grace, within his obedience.

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Another write 31 days challenge, and again a poem.  Poems are the joy of my heart!  🙂  Join us over at Kate’s won’t you?