Wednesday 28 November 2012

Blessed are thy ways O Lord



Blessed are thy ways O Lord
Umpteen though they may be
Myriad paths and tangled webs
Leading to where we need be.

Countless are the times O Lord
That I have wondered aloud
If there be a God in the midst of pain
When sorrow overwhelms me.


Can it be that thorns and briars
Will transform into flowers and bloom?
Nay, it seems impossible
When seen in the midst of the gloom.

When I look back at times gone by
With memory filled heart and mind
Now lilies in bloom at every layby
Where first were arid lands.

Little did I know of a heavenly map
That takes us to where we need be
Providing succour to the weary heart
At every cross that seems too heavy.

Countless are thy ways O Lord
Providing hope to the weary
A hug, a word, love unmeasured
A deluge that calms the soul.

A rock, a refuge - that’s what You are
A shelter in every storm
Joining all the dots of my life
In sweet melodious symphony.

Blessed are thy ways O Lord
Wonderful in every which way
A thankful heart , eyes that now see
A divine plan that may be. 
    - Ann Joseph


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http://rapportinrelationships.blogspot.in/2014/11/when-love-finds-self.html
http://rapportinrelationships.blogspot.in/2014/12/what-is-love.html
http://rapportinrelationships.blogspot.in/2014/11/the-dance-of-truth.html

Thursday 15 November 2012

An Ode to my Mother



In this twilight time as I gaze at death’s door
Trying to snatch time with Mum against all hope
Remembering years gone by, time that has flown
Over 41 years of being moored at her shore.

As I look back through childhood, teenage and adulthood years
Through times of innocence, joy, despair, sickness and health
Despite roller coaster rides of love, anger and heart-burn
She remains the port of call during every storm.


Now when frail weak hands clasp mine for support
I remember that these hands once helped me walk.
When I soothe brows bowed in pain and grief
I remember with tears, times when she did the same.

Through knitted sweaters, embroidered linen & clothes stitched
A love for baking and a spotless house bereft of disorder
She never allowed her ‘ill-health’ to become a crutch
Rather, working doubly hard to ensure normal order.

Through all my teenage years
And through times I’ve got unwanted advice
I never would’ve imagined a time would come
When I would grieve so, and long for her advice.

Now as I reflect on her life & ponder what impacts me most:
A capacity to tap on hidden strengths from deep within
Turning ‘weakness’ into strength, bounce back from every post
A deep abiding love for all and faith in God.

When I see frail hands of my parents entwined
Holding in the present, a deep connection of nearly 50 years
I realise what a privilege I’ve been given
To be born to parents such as mine.

I take a snapshot of memories of my growing up years
And realise that in all of them she remains in pain
It grieves me so but I hope and pray
That she soon finds peace and rest for her weary soul.

As tears cloud my eyes and I can scarce write
I know I will grieve for times gone by
Only to realise that she lives in my life
And when I am quiet, I’ll hear her in my heart.
   - Ann Joseph


http://rapportinrelationships.blogspot.in/2014/11/moments.html
http://rapportinrelationships.blogspot.in/2014/11/when-love-finds-self.html
http://rapportinrelationships.blogspot.in/2014/12/what-is-love.html
http://rapportinrelationships.blogspot.in/2014/11/the-dance-of-truth.html

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