a mobile generation

A mobile world,

a mobile phone

a mobile life we seek to lead-

moving, travelling, chasing some need

As Generation Y

we find ourselves

hunting for a home,

searching the New Territory; an internet drone.

Instagram, snapchat, facebook, tweet

“This food looks great…

Let’s take a pic before we eat”

 

Some break off, “Slow down” they warn

Getting smaller and smaller

as the connections get shorn-

But how to return to a less mobile life

Perhaps more steady,

perhaps with less strife?

How to be less available

to a world demanding more-

More time, money, thought consumption

it outsources many a chore

whilst trading in for new ones as we

tap, chat, send and reply

To an message we’re late for

that’s only just come by.

Mobility is wonderful,

it is freeing indeed

but just ensure we’re not the ones

trapped in with created need.

 

 

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The Year Long Patient

Will held my hand with his own;

I could feel the calloused skin which turned dirt for years-

Growing a living out of the earth

Finding water where there was no rain,

Making shelter where there was all sun.

He turned my ear with his sighs;

I remember him stumbling over the phone buttons

As he asked me to call his wife

To tell her the truth of his health,

That he’d likely not make it home with his life.

He caught my gaze with his eyes;

Eyes that had been taped shut through

Procedure after procedure after procedure –

Eyes that had blinked through

Seven hundred and thirty tea times on the ward,

Eyes that had seen through

Over a thousand changes of nursing shifts.

Will shared his own hopes;

Telling us that he was still there –

Trying to fight as hard as he could,

That we should leave no avenue unexplored,

No options unconsidered – a battler til the last

He held on that day – when all hope was crumbling away

As his family kept vigil by his side

Two days later he did know it was his time to go

And he left us with an ache in our heart.

Fool’s Gold

She was standing before a crowd of faces
which had Once seemed to smile
but the closer she came
she came to realise that their eyes were vacant-
their heart and soul had taken leave.
That of all the people who had responded to her
call to “Come on board!” her one prized ship
to seek a Great Adventure,
there were only a few faithful to form a crew she might
truly rely on.
She grimaced but shrugged-
for Fool’s Gold has little Worth.

Run down by the black dog

The black dog came and brought her down
It tore down all the wall
She still looked bright up til the day
We didn’t see her fall
But just because it wasn’t seen
It didn’t stop the happening,
the black dog ran and ran its race
so Hope would seem unraveling.
Oh what we’d do or what we’d say
If only we had it another way…
We’d put the dog down if we could
But that’s not how it can go
Maybe if we’d all stop to sit
The face of it would show.
We couldn’t catch her as she slipped
between our ignorance and her pain-
But maybe we might bring hope to life
by learning how to love one another over and over again.

 

 

In tribute of a young doctor who committed suicide in the last week.

Lost and Found

When you loose someone
You don’t loose all of them…
You don’t loose the books they stacked in the study
or the cups they once touched
You don’t loose their handwriting scrawled in an old notebook
or the bed in which they once lay.
When you loose someone
you don’t loose them all.
You might forget a little
as the years go by-
the books may be re-stacked,
the cups may chip
and pages do fade
Sometimes you may even clear some things to make room for others
But when you loose someone
you don’t loose them all..
A part of you will always hold them
No matter how many seasons have weathered your soul;
Whether you sit in the rain
and let the drops run down your cheek
or dance, hands thrown up
as the music fills the air;
Either way…when you loose someone
you will never loose all of them
because despite the years,
they always have some place
in your heart.

New Year!

It’s a new year, freshly unwrapped with fireworks galore!
I love the first day of a new year…it always feels like a fresh start. New opportunities, new adventures, a wonderful gift from God.
——–
Here’s to 2012!

Take off your burdens,
bring out the balloons
for we celebrate as
a new year enters our rooms!
The old year has passed
with so many memories told
we tuck these safe away,
with attention to each fold.
Now is the perfect time
to find lost resolutions,
to dust them off and make them shine-
there’s nothing like the present.
To 2012, Hip, Hip, Hooray!

Everyone, raise your glasses
To this a wonderful, brand new day!

——-
Psalm 118:24
This is the day the LORD has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.

To: Water-Child

You are a puzzle
 That I have yet to complete.
 [To be honest, I am no master of completed puzzles.]
 I remember how I tucked you away on a shelf years ago
 Uncertain about what the picture held
 And now pulling you out,
 I have found
 That the pieces that once seemed to fit
 Are actually upside down;
 That there are parts of you that are missing
 That I hadn’t noticed before
 Corners that have dented
 Patches that have faded with rain from last winter and sun from the summer before
 A winter and summer that have made you now seem so
 Indecipherable to me.
 You speak in riddle and
 In rhyme
 And I am lost
 In a jumble of letters
Underneath a fragmented sky

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