Wild Grace

Endless endings

2011-02-14T23:09:00.002+11:00

it is gone,it has flown away,a bird loosed from it's cage,wings unfurledthe sky now beckonsmy mind is a minefield,these thoughts,a maelstrom,a whirling dervish,chaos,a collision of questions,no answers,no endings,no beginnings.over, and over, and over,my mind reels,pain,isolation,loneliness,confusion,where is the road home,I ask myself.is there a hand to hold,and a heart to embrace?

2011-02-10T08:25:00.002+11:00

I hope the morning gently dawnsupon your bruised and battered heartbathing wounds with softest lightand tender hopeyou are deeply loved and cared fornurtured and adoredif skin could feel the thoughtsand prayers of othersyou would know how closelyyou are heldand carriedthroughstock photo

2010-02-27T16:41:00.000+11:00

I am lost in the underflow of harsh lighting. I am drowning in an excess of emotion i am exposed whilst doing my very best to hide. this is no way to drive a life. I am clutching at gears that assure me of overdrive, and in the midst of losing this disappointing race I fight with a hand brake that works when I least expect, or want. opinion hurts. my mouth sentences me to the consequences of

2010-02-19T11:27:00.004+11:00

.THE DOOR The door is still The door it was The other day when you Walked in and I looked up Like every other evening Just glad you were home Your shirts still hang Your shoes still stand Unchanged unaware That they will be worn No more Yet I Cannot Sit silent Stand still I hang limp Fold myself up Consumed in Your incomprehensible absenceFor

2010-02-01T11:12:00.003+11:00

how bizarredeath is all aroundand yet it takes usby surpriseas shocked we tryto gather up the pieces leftof any hope and faith we'd cometo think was indestructiblefinding nothing else reliablebut love alonelove alonePhoto by Ciaran Monaghan

2010-01-14T17:11:00.006+11:00

I am caught in the undertow.the captive of a dark sea.the rip has tentaclestheir clutches drag me down.I burst through the surfacefor one gasping breath.I'm dragged back underand I hold on for dear death.Once all was sunlight and colour,there were children's cries and songs.I could feel my face smilingand I danced with life, I belonged.Once there was promiseand my heart yearned to live.there was

2010-01-13T09:42:00.003+11:00

exploding...highhighera spotlightseeking applausedesperate for attentionracing through the skya fragile curiosity.exploding...down,down,deep into a familiar abyss.hiding,retreatingslow and sluggisha fragile curiosity.

2009-12-21T09:04:00.002+11:00

don't dive too deepdon't soar so highyou scare mereckless, restless soul.don't hide your heartdon't laugh too loudthe chaos of a sick and troubled mind.locked down in greyor racing awayhead in the sandor made up to playcrazyunhingedchaosflathopefullostthis wild and wondrous life

2009-11-15T12:17:00.002+11:00

Gracewild as can beentwined around andthrough the crookedbitterness twisting sadnesscovering filling and freereleasing tight anxietiesloosening belts and bucklesletting out and letting gobreath and fallingbut never failing only finding spacestouching faceswanton and wildgrace through me

2009-11-04T15:23:00.003+11:00

When he wrote my life… he thought of you And when he crafted your story I was on his mind Author and finisher Thought of us both When he wrote his own Sad tale Exuding blood and tears Knowing the happy ending Would never be Without the tragedy In between. God when it’s all I see Let me be held In hands of hope and let me trust in grace. Stock photo

2009-11-03T09:21:00.006+11:00

Is thisyour dying?Am I seeingit now...A slow retreatfrom life.Has part of youalready diedbefore I was ready...Were you ready?To take your leaveof meYet still be herein body?Can I be hereAnd presentto you...To the part of youthat has not yetGone?Be here to lovethe part that livesWhile saying the longand slowgoodbye."Savoring Time" stock photoStudying grief and emotional reactions to dementia

2009-09-14T17:14:00.004+10:00

Beauty easily graces youand every path that intersects your journeyfinds the petals of your joy remainto soften the stepsof all who may followphoto by jurvetson

2009-07-29T14:45:00.002+10:00

justice,oh justice.let the abusedand the malignedthe discriminatedand the alienated those without a voicehave allies and friends.let justice be on our lipscompassion in our heartslet their soulsbe our burdenand their tearsour sorrow

2009-07-15T09:18:00.003+10:00

excuse me pleaseI am a little confusedstruggling to understandnormality refused.thoughts can be wildemotions are strongto run and to hidedo I belong?I would like to believethat I think as I knowI would like to livewithout the dark doubt's shadow.

2009-07-08T16:51:00.003+10:00

I am scared of my honestyfor it caught me by surpriseI am worried by my vulnerabilityhow I will look in your eyes.for the words I found myself sayingwere truer than I knewthey now challenge who I amwhat I say and what I do.how can I feign belongingpretending that I wearthe cloth and the colourand that certain holy airI am scared of my honestythere are much more questions nowwill I have to speak,

2009-07-04T14:25:00.003+10:00

The tongue slipped And I tripped And fell into flippancy Oh so regretfully Speaking before I had thought. In an instant Found wishing I was somewhere else Fishing, instead of Ashamed and Distraught.

2009-07-03T12:25:00.003+10:00

have I said too much?are you exhausted?looking for retreat?my murky imagerydraining life from you all?this journeythis tiresomewearisomeirksomejourneythe colours have fadedeven the contrasthas become greyed.the years have passedyet the high roadthat flowed beneath my viewstill has a holdand calls my name.where is the blue of the seathe rainbowsthe laughterthe orderthe chaoswhere is that funny

2009-06-30T18:32:00.000+10:00

there are memoriesgentle wakeful dreamsthey fill my senseswith their peace.I look behind mequiet, water-stilled memoriesI sigh and remember.there was healingon these island shores.healing that was tied to her rocksand her sandsand her morning-light.My mind drifts forward,past today with it's fearsand anxietiesand I search for another place,another pleasant placeof lapping and lulling.I pray,I

2009-06-26T20:19:00.007+10:00

Single Tribute (to the King of Pop)Wanna be startin’ something Pretty young thing Blood on the dance floor Jam, Billie Jean Girl you’re so together, Bad Dirty Diana, The girl is mine Girlfriend, In the closet, Butterflies Remember the time Who is it, Stranger in Moscow Man in the mirror Smooth criminal Thriller Liberian Girl Leave me alone They don’t care about us She’s out

2009-06-25T21:09:00.003+10:00

I praythe glimmer of light,rays that are more than bright may invade your night.I praythe peace of still waters may flow 'round your troubled sea so gentle, in hope abide.

The Falling Man

2009-06-22T11:45:00.006+10:00

Why do you stay? Is it easy that way? I can see no path Of least resistance No simple strategy In tragic choice I’m wishing I was The Falling Man Motion suspended Caught in the fall By the lens of grace And mercy. That’s all.

2009-06-22T11:27:00.004+10:00

I cannot dance I will not sing These hands do not Paint anything I shrink away From recognition Now the pain Is my submission The thing with feathers* Has gone and I Am in the cage It left behind. Stock photo*salute to Emily Dickinson's "Hope is the thing with feathers..."(love her!!)

2009-06-22T09:15:00.007+10:00

Pride goes before a fall A warning I have heard Since childhood Complacently sure It would never be said Of me. It’s always someone else Some poor, sad, stupid sod Who finds himself Deceived and far away From God. Not me. Pride goes before a fall They say But what on earth comes after it? They haven’t sent The ambulance To the bottom of the cliff This time, still Blindly

2009-06-19T23:51:00.002+10:00

if these words could be smallershrinking from our eyesI could lose myself and fade awayshrinking from our eyes.

2009-06-19T23:37:00.003+10:00

Oh LordOh Lord of the faithlessOh Lord of the fearful, faithless, broken lifeOh Lord come show show and tell.I am just a childI am just a child in armsI am just an abandoned childOh Lord come show and tell.I can barely walk,I can barely walk and speak,I can barely understandOh Lord come show and tell.We are little babesWe are helpless, naked babesWe are babes who long to see,Oh Lord come show and

2009-06-19T23:14:00.002+10:00

the darkness now is calling methe night that knows my namedancing on the precipiceto feel the healing flameI am lost in the historyof all that's said and donemy name no longer fits meI'm not my father's son.I struggle with the lyricI wrestle with the songthe angst it does consume meI belong to the shallow throng.I don't know my identityit died so long agobefore I even noticed methere's nothing

2009-06-19T17:06:00.003+10:00

OKJust what does this mean?You dangle sanitylike a carrotandI'm expected to be grateful?Monthsmonths and dreary monthsbloody months of silence.when does this all end?Oh to fly,to soar,some say on wingsbut I think they lie.So,I sayI'm turning around,circles upon circles,tell mepleaseam I am trying to runchained to the one spot.Whose spot is this?Who decided it was mine?Oh to fly,to soar,some say

2009-06-15T22:22:00.001+10:00

I am slowly turning.the left..the rightmy mind rehearsing againthe answers of the past.what little flicker,this glimpse of lightplaying with my darknessforebodings' grimy tuneand I fear that I am turning..or my fears are turning me.This chain is oldit has held fast for years,years where it never needed challengingyears where it was rattled and dragged.years where no vessel would ever trust it's

2009-06-11T19:19:00.002+10:00

Oh God,let us livebefore we die

2009-06-11T17:55:00.002+10:00

How quickly the clouds cleared.One minutedrenched, cold and miserablethe nexta gentle hint of spring.I do not understand.How unruly our soul can beas it lurches from 'up'to 'down'.There are no signposts,no forewarning just 'the now'...and enough space to liveI apply all manner of incantations,distractionsdiversionswhilst remaining bogged in a deep black mud.Much time is spent struggling

2009-06-09T14:15:00.002+10:00

This room is accusing me.it's walls shout shame at my fearsI sit inself imposed silence.Questions,endless searchingsthe pastthe futurebut not now..this time is dark and deathly.there is no sand to write in.I cannot forgive myselffor I am recoiling froma broken and fading reflection.I have finally found myselflost. this roomhurls insultsand I hurry to play it's melodieslike I always have.Little

2009-03-25T10:10:00.005+11:00

There are a lot of lovely people in the worldAren't there?I watch them. Interested. Wishing...Could I mention the thingsI'm curious to know?Could I say moreThan just hello?If life is short(And the nearer I get to the end of itI'm convinced it is)Why waste my breathOn small talkKeep reality in denialImagination in dreamsIf wondering out loudCould perhaps be the keyTo your world.I wonder...

2009-01-30T11:46:00.004+11:00

Family...know the mostand leastabout meaccept the bestand worstdespite mefeast and fightshare dayand nightno matterhow longapartembracethe bondof bloodour tickethomeStock photo

2009-01-22T09:28:00.004+11:00

this year, gracieis hoping to danceher own stepschoreographedin the momenteyes openheart filledarms widea roseunashamedof the thorns blooming fullywithout spotlightbut neverthelessno wallflowerdancer stock photorose by j-d boillat

2009-01-21T12:58:00.003+11:00

"The Hope of Our Time?"You wowed the crowdThe world it seemsAt your feetAwe filledIn joy and tearsPlacing hopeIn a manWho daresTo standFor hopeFor historyYet frailAs they.Can you beThe hopeOf our time?Are savioursBest human?Divine?Or both?(gracie prefers questions over answers most days).

2008-12-13T08:58:00.003+11:00

So I waved at ElvisAnd he lifted his guitarIn salute and surprise.It’s a rare thingBut sometimesOn the drive into townI’ll spot himOn his front lawnResplendentIn flaresBut I’ve never stoppedNever acknowledgedHis presenceExcept as a jokeShared with othersWho live in this town.I’m sure longAfter he’s goneHis legendWill live onAnd I thoughtMaybe I wouldRegret having neverStepped outOf propriety.So

Delivery

2008-12-10T12:20:00.002+11:00

There's a vehicle it comes upThe driveway and stopsAt my doorHe gets outSlides the backOf the van openStands, back to me.Waiting in open doorI know what’s comingThen sign to confirm thatThe package arrived.Turning I move to go insideBut on a whim turnAnd call out to him:“Do you feel like Santaat this time of Year?”Giggling quietly I carryThe box inside, suddenlyStruck by the meaning:A package

2008-11-27T13:53:00.000+11:00

where do broken believers go,to rest their shattered souls.where failures find their dreams intactthe rejected find real peace.who will heal their cynical fearswho will dry their tearswho will listen without a quotefrom book, chapter and versewho will embrace and not recoilsafe arms to gently holdtell me please, is their a placea broken

2008-11-20T16:57:00.001+11:00

oh gracelandoh gracelandplace of mercy, forgiveness and peace.open wide your doorsopen wide your heartand let this pilgrim in.oh graceland,oh gracelanda flowing river of eternal loveI hear your callI hear your songthis pilgrim soul does singoh gracelandoh gracelandevermore to rest.beneath your boughs safe and securethis pilgrim finds a home

2008-11-19T13:54:00.000+11:00

sunriselight strikes the hillswarm,bright,a friend returningfrom the night.peacefulhope lifts my day,calm,rest,my soul has risenfrom it's fearsand the lightshe dances on the watersand the watersjoin the hills and skyas all hold handsin silent singinga kaleidoscopeof restless colours

2008-10-27T13:30:00.000+11:00

we live with the eternalexisting whilst earth bound,waking with our sensesfixed firmly to the ground.the heavens stretch above usif we dare to change our viewwe may catch a glimpse of fullnessas we pause a second or two.but restless are our struggles,we wrestle with this dustthat marks our day to dayness"obligations", "should" and "must".to walk this life so tetheredthe finite that we share,deaf

2008-10-23T15:25:00.000+11:00

lovebirthhopelifelightrecievebe freetouchtaste feel seelivefly soar carried held safe be lovedbe freealivereleaseddanceskiprunlovereceiverelievedrevivedlifelivebe lovedbe free

For ROCTOBER perhaps?

2008-10-17T14:04:00.000+11:00

Between a RockWedged inI lieSilentlyFumingAs theyGo byGiving inGiving upGiving outNothingLest I revealWhat liesWithinTo blindAccusersFighting itOutBetweenA Rock

2008-06-08T09:58:00.000+10:00

the same treelooks in at meleaflessagainwinteragainthe same treebut notthe samemestock photo

2008-04-08T09:05:00.000+10:00

The sun risesFaithfully appearsOn every dark horizonThe gift of dawnTo every nightThe dark can alwaysBe enduredIf you have faithThere will be lightSunrise and Sunset on Dunk Island...gracie just spent 4 lovely days there.ps.. missed you all :)

2008-04-05T10:55:00.000+11:00

Dear little lightbuffeted by the stormflickering, tormentedby wind and rain.Come inside from the cold.Come, dry yourself by the fire.Look around,see the love,feel the warmth.Come againskipping and dancing.

2008-04-02T13:48:00.002+11:00

I wish you love,I wish you peace.I wish your soul sweet hope and release.Where fears may rise in darkness' nightI wish you love, I wish you peace.I wish you hope, I wish you grace,I wish your lifeLove’s gentle embraceWhile winds may roarAnd storms may rageI wish you hopeI wish you grace. And let mercy flow,Compassion ariseTo soften our heartsAnd open our eyesA

2008-03-23T14:58:00.001+11:00

Let peace be written in your heart,and love be showered all around you.May the troubles of this worldfade awayas grace finds it's place in your heart.

2008-01-14T12:59:00.000+11:00

the world still turnsremorseless.the future grinds awayat the griefs of today.wherever the pain and ills,the scourge of mankindtime moves onwithout a care,the present is ignoredas tomorrows comesslyly, silently,without heartthe sunrisedawns over thechaos and clutterof suffering humanity.

Penniless

2007-12-31T13:50:00.000+11:00

It has been said that the pen is mightier than the sword. As 2007 draws to a close, with its milestones and mayhem comprehensively detailed on internet and television, I am beginning to think that the pen is only as mighty as the money. Let's face it, news that has been deemed unpopular, inconvenient or boring by the celebrity-starved masses, quietly disappears, unread and unviewed. Global

2007-12-22T11:50:00.000+11:00

In the midstof life's calamitieslet me refrain from silence.Help me shoutgracewhilst ungraciousforgivenesswhilst unforgivingacceptancewhilst a bigotfaithwhilst faithlesshopewhilst hopelesslet love be shouted from the core of my beingeven though I am lovelesslove endures me.love surrounds me.love transforms mein ways I know notlove takes my broken humanityand joins me to divinityin ways that are

Redundant

2007-12-17T16:55:00.000+11:00

You know I’d ratherDo this face to faceBut anywayI’m sorry to sayYou don’t have a jobHere anymoreYou knowRestructuringBudget cutsYou’re nowSuperfluousIt’s not personalWe’ll pay youOut just don’tCome backExceptTo emptyYour lockerOf courseI’ll give youGlowing referencesYou were soProfessionalI wish I didn’tHave to do thisGoodbyeHave you ever had a phone call like this just before Christmas????Well,

2007-12-14T11:52:00.000+11:00

Difficult Daysdifficult daysare minutes arrangedin excruciating succession -each one interminablebut ultimately livable(despite the pain)retreatingnever to visitagainWhen the darkness is irrepressible,knowing that the painful minute,just ticked by, is over foreverbrings comfort.Perhaps I will make it throughthe next one too.Stock photo

Cafe

2007-12-13T22:02:00.000+11:00

This is a Holy placeThis chaotic crucibleYour Presence undeniableEven if only consideredIn retrospectYour footprints firmIn the absence of my ownThe struggle numbsMy shrieking skinTo the pressure of safeSureArmsWritten 2 weeks ago, while seated in the cafe at the hospital during a welcome hour's break, the day after yet another ambulance ride with my semi-conscious son post hypoglycemic seizure.

2007-12-09T16:52:00.000+11:00

Dear Friends,We have not forgotten you,how could we.We are just going through a period ofchallenges and changes.It is quite strange that thishas happened to us both,separately.However that is the waythings are.We hope to start postingsometime in the new year.Let me take the timeto wish you, on behalf of Gracie and myself,a very Merry Christmasand a happy New Year.

2007-11-19T21:07:00.000+11:00

UnwieldyUnhingedOut of placeAnd undoneNow she finds herselfWaiting aloneAll those walking besideOtherwise occupiedUnawareUnconcernedTurned away."Who you gonna call?" She saysRhetorically wryEvery effort to giveHas been takenIn vainMight as wellThrow awayEvery uselessUmbrellaNow that she'sGetting usedTo the rain.gracie by gracie

2007-11-08T13:23:00.000+11:00

Love,universal,cherished,searched for,died for.Love,hope incarnate,embracedsafeLoveeverlastingovercomingboth humanand divineLoveoh preciouslove

Not a post

2007-10-19T10:32:00.000+10:00

Who hit mute?I'm pippedAt the postFeeling drierThan toastAnd dumberThan mostNot a wordfit to rhymeAnd no versesThis timeJust hereMumbling hello -Not a post.

Perspective

2007-10-09T14:13:00.000+10:00

If you do nothing else today, watch this: The Survivor Movie.Link found with thanks to, and admiration for, Especially Heather.

2007-10-07T12:58:00.000+10:00

Stir Crazy!!gracie's little girl is recovering from surgery to remove her appendix, and gracie has the flu! The jigsaw is nearly done (1000 pieces!) and we're about to play Monopoly...time slows upinside the housewhere jigsaw piecesscattered over coffee tableslittered with tissuesdiscarded after fitsof coughing lie withempty cups stickywith lemon and honeywaitinglike everyone elsefor thisto

2007-09-27T14:07:00.001+10:00

I wish to so embrace peace,trust and hope would not escape from my soul.I will try to be positive and wrap myself in the image of love that I hold so dear If only I could count on myself not to be flawed and prone to failure.But I can't.I will continually remind my fearful heart to rest and not worryabout a future that will await meaccompanied by the answers that I will need.But I can't If I

2007-09-26T10:32:00.000+10:00

Love ends notWith deathAlthough the senseOf loss is foreverSting to acheAgony to emptinessLove remainsDespite the blackIt’s memoriesA silver liningOf joy.Photograph by Kashfia Rahman

2007-09-21T12:16:00.000+10:00

I pray that the pain of the nightwill be overwhelmedby the light,that each care and anxietywill be rolled upin peace,and hope and trustwill heal the fears thatassail your worried mind.

2007-09-15T17:15:00.000+10:00

Spring in a Sydney garden

2007-09-14T11:56:00.000+10:00

the morning has unveileda day of sunshine and light.a day so sweetthere should be a rainbowdraped over the hills.the garden has liberated itselffrom the cold fingers of winterwith a kaleidoscope of coloursand everywhere there are buds of new growth.spring, gentle spring.the season of life's renewal.

2007-09-11T17:52:00.000+10:00

Thank you Jesus...Distilling my memoriesTo an essence of YouThe times of deepest darknessWhen your absenceWrung a silent screamFrom meAre now the clearestRecollectionsOf GraceAnd PeaceHard foughtWrestledWon

2007-09-11T17:24:00.000+10:00

dance,wild, free,liberated from the opinions of others.sing,shout, laugh,without a care or concern.Let faith meet us where we can believewithout preconditions or borders,and may hope be a light to guideus through the darkness.

2007-09-07T09:30:00.000+10:00

oh eternal onewho holds all things together,do you hear the cry of my heart?Where do I takemy flickering hope?for my trust is falteringand my faith is weak.I struggle with thisbroken life.My mind stages a mutiny.my memoriesare full of disappointmentsand shame.my confidencebelongs to days gone by.my weary soullooks for answers,my heart for healing.

2007-09-05T08:28:00.000+10:00

for us to see Heaven's smileEternity paid the highest price,Divine Life challenged the power of deathso that we would know unconditional love.

2007-09-04T14:38:00.000+10:00

FatherI look into the mirrorand I see your face,your genes ever more revealedas I age.The years have passed quickly sinceyou took your leave,impatient as ever,cranky and eager for it all to be over.There is so much that is left undone and unsaidand I suppose I will have to learnto live with this lack or resolution.However, I hold no grudges for your imperfections,how could I in the light of my

Be Still... and know.

2007-08-30T09:27:00.000+10:00

I don’t know any living thingThat can be purely stillActivity is franticAt cellular levelThe essence of selfMoves at speedLike deciduous sapSustains life on the insideWhile the outside keeps upBare appearances.How can we knowReally knowWhen our stillnessOnly heightens awarenessOf movementEach breath an exchangeOf gas and pressureWhile tympanic drums beatTo every small soundDrowning out any hopeOf

2007-08-30T09:19:00.000+10:00

EclipseI tried to stand tall,stretching high as I could,gathering all that I hadinto one bright light, holding it aloftfor all to see.Perhaps,if I tried with all my might,I could be a beacon,a lighthouse ora spotlight,but,no matter how hard I tried,all that I had,the brightness of my shining,was eclipsed by you.It wasn't until I hadstepped down from the pedestalof my own makingthat I realisedthat

2007-08-29T10:13:00.000+10:00

Wasn't the moon amazing last night??? The weather here is just gorgeous and spring is on the way - feels more like summer already!The morning after the rust red moonRose like Jupiterbehind the bare branches of willowI saw the greenEmerging from ghostly tipsGlowing in the early spring sunAnd promisingLife.Wish I'd taken the photo!

2007-08-24T12:17:00.000+10:00

The sunshine struggles to free itselffrom the soft greyness that clingsto the sky.Now and then a brilliant burst sendsshadows running across the patioand the garden soaks in the unseasonal warmth.So too my soul. Where dark, heavy clouds onceobscured my horizon,now patches of blue peek through.Peace has returned.Over the coming days I will enquire of myself:"Why the change?" There appears to be no

2007-08-23T09:11:00.000+10:00

Love shines onThe jewel in a crownof thornsThe light in a nightof painLove shinesHowever dim my hopeLove shinesThe hand at the endof my ropeLove waitsAnd liftsMy failing faithStock photo

2007-08-20T15:23:00.000+10:00

sometimes I wish thatI could be turned inside outso that my thoughtscould be conversations.I find myself constantly retreatingto an inner worldthat is neither realor exposed.Those who love mehave to endure this self induced solitude.So, I wish I could beturnedinside outso my hiding placescould be shared.Do you?

Gotta get out of my head...

2007-08-15T11:01:00.000+10:00

SpeculateAnalyseAnticipateCriticiseRuminateDiagnoseCogitatePresupposeContemplateTheoriseDeliberateAdvise, surmiseRevise, reprise,Again, again,Again, againLiving inMy HEAD.Art class (among other things) just doesn't work if you can't get out of your head...! Time to live by heart...

2007-08-11T17:11:00.001+10:00

hopeI will speak soothing words to my fearswhilst waiting for the chaos to subside.deep within there is a darknessthat is unsettlingand I struggle with this affliction.to doubt one's own soulis to challenge all there is about life and livingso, gathering what faith I have,and laying hold of trust and hope,I set my eyes again to look for your love'schangeless certainty.

2007-08-08T09:39:00.000+10:00

throughthere is profound epiphanyonly to be foundon the other side ofbeing brokenthat cannot be reachedif you go aroundstock photo

2007-08-07T12:11:00.000+10:00

Who do I believe inand what need I do?Can I believe without the evidencethat every word agreesand every miracle is proved?Must my prayers be triumphantand I be purebefore my hopes be true?Need my faith stand withoutsupport for my frail and doubting humanity?Am I able to receivewithout working for worthinessallowing my troubled soul to be adored by You,

Whatever it takes

2007-08-03T10:00:00.000+10:00

Parenting a child with challenges is a journey taken one day at a time. Yesterday, a friend of mine told me that when her son was born, she said to herself "Whatever it takes..." As each new challenge arises she says it again... "Whatever it takes..."When we began this journeyThe steps were not in sightWe knew it would be difficultBut we did not think twiceWithout a doubt, we said aloud'Whatever

2007-07-26T10:10:00.000+10:00

there is chaos in my kitchena storm brewing on my stovethe tables carry sadnessand the empty chairs are bare.the walls they echo secretsthat hide behind closed doorsthere is troubles in my rooftopabove the broken stairmy structures they have fracturedthe windows, shattered glassthe roof leaks in the rainstormsthe yard a muddy flood.I seek to rebuild the ruinsof this broken down old home;my life

2007-07-25T10:15:00.000+10:00

It hurtsBeing brokenLying in piecesThe colour of shameIt hurtsStock Photo

2007-07-21T15:10:00.000+10:00

Break me This enteric coated heartCrush meMake an ointmentBalm of healingNo more hardened pillTo swallowSticking in the throatsOf the sufferingCrying out forHands of comfortNot plastic packedPrescriptive plansAdministered fromDenominationally Labelled cansStock photos

2007-07-21T14:57:00.000+10:00

I will seek to love aloneAnd all my eyes shall see in youWill not distract or blind me toWho you really areA precious gift of lifeWorth dying forMy hand will reachTowards your heartTo heal or comfortOr just to holdAs I know the OneWho loves and made youWouldIf my handsWere HisStock photo

2007-07-20T13:01:00.000+10:00

Your mercy has covered the secret parts of me. Your grace has dissolved my shame.Love meets me in the darkness speaking words of life. I am changed from withinAs I look back I seefears and bitter tears .You know them allmy heart and my soul can find their rest.You comfort me, in the midst of painful memories. You embrace all that condemns meand, in these wounded hands, I continue my journey of

2007-07-20T09:58:00.000+10:00

Your life beganhidden and holysurrounded enclosedin a world all your own.Now emerging to Loveonto skin wet and waitingfor all that you areand all you will beShe will hold you.Her heartis now tetheredforever.A miracle arrivedyesterdaypics by gracie

2007-07-20T09:47:00.001+10:00

To love is life's greatest goal.being loved is it's greatest treasure.being loved by God is the greatest wonder of all.

2007-07-20T09:45:00.000+10:00

youflung the stars into spaceyouformed the earth from the voidyouspoke into the darkness and there was lightyoucreated life from the dust.youcradle broken mankind in your grace scarred handsyoumake a cruel cross your thronethis love is truly divineI am overcomeand overwhelmed byyou.

Random Meme

2007-07-18T10:28:00.000+10:00

Clare tagged me for the "8 random facts" meme... and Kel has since tagged me with the "7 random facts" meme... (I wonder if these memes started out as the same meme and someone could only think of 7 things... or perhaps they wanted to add an extra fact to their list of 7? Has someone started the 9 random facts meme yet??) Anyway, before this task burdens my in-procrastination-box with too much

2007-07-14T17:20:00.000+10:00

2007-07-14T11:58:00.000+10:00

I am struggling to let go,but let go I must.The past is long goneand the intoxication of famemust remain an unnecessary consequenceof a fleeting popualrityI am here alone.My mind is searching for man made answers.I speak of trust and hope,but, in reality, I so often turn to my own handsto fashion my future.All my plans are gone.I am bereft of ideas.My thoughts echo aroundthe silent dark,my mind

2007-07-12T17:04:00.000+10:00

I never thought your eyeswould pierce my heart again.I had dismissed the idea completely.Old friend, I am struggling to know what to think.Was this a coincidenceor could it have beena God moment.I am rattled to the core.I am anxious.I have been searching my heart,asking questions of answersthat, for years,have been established,strong and firm.I had not ever expected toshake them from their secure

2007-07-12T10:29:00.000+10:00

Open to letting goOf all that keepsThe light from shiningWarmly throughTomorrow’s windowPeace or painLoss or gainI willBe still

2007-07-11T21:24:00.000+10:00

Art Gallery Photoblog(school holiday family fun)Yesterday, gracie took the kids on a trip to the art gallery in Sydney. Meeting up with friends, we checked out the paintings, sculptures and current exhibitions. The Islamic art exhibition was too expensive to see, but Anselm Kiefer was amazing and so was the Incomplete World exhibition.Ishiuchi Miyako's photographs were very moving.As you can see,

2007-07-08T11:00:00.000+10:00

I could have said moreThere is always moreI could have saidThinking back I wishI’d said it allAnd wonder if I’ve said enoughWhat isEnough?It seems to beA random destinyLetting goAllowing the wordsTo stand alone

'Lonnie' Photoblog

2007-06-30T14:55:00.000+10:00

If you everhave a few hoursto kill in Launcestonbefore your flight home -walk the streets withyour trusty camera andmake sure you're dressedWARMLY!

Notes from a Table for Two, or, Wild Grace at the Wild Cafe

2007-06-29T12:50:00.000+10:00

Two weeks ago, while in Tasmania, I took a day trip to the small seaside town of Penguin. It was a gray and wintry day with occasional misty rain. Driving through the town I spotted the Wild Cafe and from the footpath outside could see a spare table set for two with a view of the ocean. The next couple of hours were soul-soothing... artistically presented food with divine taste and textures (I

messy me

2007-06-25T10:16:00.000+10:00

I am messy Predictably Random That’s me And before you say “You could change” I want to tell you I like being me This way I’ll admit that my clothes Hang in closets equidistant And I wish they matched Coathanger colours There are drawers where the folding Is clearly obsessive And cupboards where linen Looks artyBut this isn’t all meI’m much more than thisI am paradox Jekyll And Hyde There are

2007-06-20T11:38:00.000+10:00

The little poem penned while waiting in the corner cafe of the transit centre in Launceston.. a few hours before catching the bus/coach to Davenport!Cornwall SquareJohnstone & WilmotButter yellow leavesWindswept and gatheredLike pale potpourriUnder flimsy cafe chairsAnd tablesWaiting oppositeBlinded windowsOn ancient architectureSitting stolidlySince 1842Which is longer thanI willEnjoyThisView