Higher than us

Jesus never said life would be easy

he never said he would give anyone millions of dollars

he said it will be ‘easier for a camel to go through

the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter

the Kingdom of God’. he never promised an easy life.

in fact its amazing how hard life can become when you follow Jesus, Life is hard and never gets any easier, in fact on a daily basis I make mistakes that cost me, all the time, sometimes I get so frustrated and angry, I feel like God is against me. I trip up constantly.

I live my my life quite lonely even surrounded by people, in the faith that God will be and is with me in every step that I make. I believe although Jesus does not give me any of the materialistic things that I require, he walks with me daily, when I am feeling desperate and pray, it is amazing how he answers my prayers and settles everything down when chaos is all around and believe me chaos is always all around. I walk my life quite insignificant, hurting daily but God is with me and by my Faith he restores me. Thank you Jesus

John 3:16 

The Robin

I saw a little robin then waved and said “hello”

he seemed to look my way, turning to and fro

repeating “how are you, my lovely little friend?”

cheeping rather sweetly, a message he would send

I spoke calm and soft, returning thoughts of time

a place way back in history, once was mine

robin sang a melody, with soulful  sweet rhyme

so soon the moment passed quietly sublime

with a chirp he flew away, gone with a shrill

it made the whole day and left me with a thrill

Bindweed

Weed grows where the weed sows

Nettle stings, to and fro

Ivy climbs, killing slow 

In strength it wraps and grows and grows

But the bindweed binds and won’t let go

Roses beautiful, it’s  colour crude

ants place insects upon them to farm food 

ant killer powder though it seems rude

roses are tough and strong as might

but bind weed tightens its grip so tight

It’s pop out of bed flower, seed so small

it clambers on yet not so tall

racking and wringing, a garden pest

a gentle weed, not to digress 

like a Hornet in a bees nest

bindweed clings to destroy the best. 

Lonely to the core

Spiraling to the very edge of extinction 

clambering up the bricks of a deep tower

trying to grasp at a chance of likely freedom

Yet there is none, escape is impossible 

with a small rush to the head of excitable prowess

only to find that freedom from impending doom 

is an impossibility for one such as him

rescinding into the darkened gloom once more

continuing to crawl along the hard cold floor

a useless boring man; lonely to the core

I Canna See’

Canna see the light shining past yer heed

or the shadow where yer are when yer lie deed

canna see the sparra in the field of gold

nay’ or see the grass when blind and old

Canna see the future with a past of lots o’ crap

keep the snow o’ me heed’ without a hat

canna lie through me teeth, fo’ the truth I canna see

feel the hate that you have if you canna love me 

Big Man

The way he looked at me in spite of my rage

features of a face that fought in a cage

solemn undertones, red cheeks of fire

a muscle bound torso, scars of dismire 

I; looking so hard, shouting his way

“I may be small but I will have the last say”

warning him not to treat people bad

he looked in my direction I was standing mad

he burst into tears and crumbled to the floor

saying “Sorry” once more, 

he walked out of the door

Downtrodden Dumped

Spyro gyro whisk the pattern

break the bed, jump on the slatten

ruse amuse, a choice to choose

win over abused, the beaten will lose

not one day or a month 

for ages on end downtrodden dumped

fortune seeks the brave, or the outright stupid

fall for a cherry pie, narrow heart Cupid 

call it a day in a tropical storm

blizzards lie in a frozen form

tiny crops on a field of norm.