Just to Be

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expections, Family, God, heartache, love, Poems about God, relationships, sadness, Soul search, tired, weary

 

 

Just to be

Hear me

these shoulders

 heavy laden

I plod in the field

amongst

 the blossoms and weeds

send your angels

to carry me

 

here I stand

still the storm

around

and inside

me

 

arms outstretched

waiting

send the wind

to pick me up

take me to

 where you be

 

I am weary

I yearn

 just to be

send a moonbeam

for me to climb

 

no minds

no expectations

no obligations

no nothing

just to be

 

here take my heart

it burdens me

remove the splinters

lodged deep

 

hear me

I slump

waiting

my God

answer

me

 

send

 me

a rainbow

a dove

a sunrise

a promise

of what

tomorrow

brings

 

so

tomorrow

I can just be

 *********

 

 

 

I know Angels and so do you

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Angels, Death, Family, friends, Jesus, Loved one, loved one. God, poems, poetry, reflection, sadness

 

Last night frustrated with life. I knelt down and prayed. I heard My Lord Jesus whisper the answers to every request.

 

I asked for patience.

He whispered a name and said, “Don’t you remember what you were like before he came?”

 

I asked for unconditional love.

I heard the smile in his voice as he said, “look into your child’s eyes nothing you will ever do or say will take that away. My love is the same.”

 

I asked for strength.

Again he whispered a name. Then said, “When you heard what she had been through and still was able to smile everyday. Didn’t you have the strength to do the same?”

 

Every character trait, I asked for he whispered a name. Then showed what they gave me.

 

I always thought these would be given to me supernaturally in some special way.  Jesus would wave his hands over me while I was sleeping and I would wake up filled with love, courage, strength, patience and wisdom and so many other things I have asked for, in my many prayers.

 

Then I realize what has been in front of me all along, every step of the way, each and every day!

 

He did it by sending people or Angels my way.

 

Wether it was as a spiritual mentor or someone to make me laugh so I could make through another day. Or wether it was by witnessing their life, their support or just by being themselves. I learnt from them.

 

He introduced people in my life, throughout my life. Sometimes for short periods or long ones depending on what I needed at that time, at that stage of my journey to a better me.

 

Close your eyes and think back to the most painful times in your life. Chances are you will see a friend or someone who made your life bearable during those days.

 

Or maybe during a time of rage when the voice of reason was a family member or a workmate. 

 

Or just someone who said, “Hello” while you were walking to work one day feeling like a grain of sand on a long damp beach.

 

God sent them your way!

*****

RIP M.B   Thank you for all your “Hellos“.

Several weeks ago I made a trip into town to see the dentist and do some shopping for my home.

While I was there I was told a friend a former workmate was very sick and in hospital. I said I would visit her and went to the dentist which was only a few corridors down from where she was.  A couple of minutes walk.

When I left, I decided I would go later and went to the lodge where we were staying. The next day I went shopping even managed to go get some news clothles, reply to comments on my blog then went back to the lodge. We left the next day.

She passed away a couple days later. She was a good woman.

Please go visit your friends, loved ones, family. Make the time. Even if it is to say “Hello”.

This is an old piece I wrote and emailed out to my friends years before I got the courage to start my blog.  I did some changes to it and posted it for you all and mostly to my friend M.B.

Attemped Coup in Papua New Guinea

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military, Pacific, Papua New Guinea, Papua New Guinea attempted Coup, PNG, prayers, Prime Minister, sadness

To my dear Jen and all my friends.

I am fine. We all are. I have been sitting monitoring all day glued to the TV and listening to the radio. When I got an email about Jen’s new post on her blog http://steponacrack.wordpress.com

Thank my dear dear friend for your prayers and thoughts.

I deleted the first post I wrote upon advice to tread carefully.  I was told  not to incit worry and panic.  If anything deleting the post incited more worry then writing it. I should have known better.  To my friends overseas I am sorry. 

Yesterday there was an attempt coup.

These are links that Jen had on her blog,

Soldiers oust PNG defence chief amid power struggle

Mutiny Leader Demands New Papua New Guinea Gov’t

While they say it is over, in Papua New Guinea you learn early on in life to expect the unexpected. So I’ll wait to see what happens.

I sit here wondering how long my fellow country men & women will take it before they start doing instead of watching. It doesn’t take long for unrest to spread.

Two men fighting over who is the Prime Minister while a country needs to be run..total rubbish.  

Thank you for your prayers. Yesterday we prayed as well over the phones, with our neighbours and with our families.

The clowns

Up on the tree sits several clowns,

bring them down,

oh bring them down,

minions sit at their feet,

catering for their every whim,

swinging from tree to tree,

at the stump,

faceless weep,

in the villages,

in the streets,

begging for their every need,

Up on the tree sits several clowns,

bring them down,

oh bring them down.

In all honesty I am so deeply angry and I think a lot of my fellow country people are as well.

May God be with you always.

Thank you again,

Maiya

Arise my sister

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Domestic Violence, Family Violence, heartache, pain, Physical abuse, poems, poems about abuse, Poems about loss, Poems about women, poetry, relationships, sadness

The error of her ways

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Abuse, Depression, heartbreak, poems about domesstic violence, Poems about women, sad poems, sadness

 She sits and prays,

That her husband’s anger has died away,

 

She knows she is truly a disgrace,

For chatting to her ex-workmate,

 

When she should have been cleaning the house,

And keeping it in a perfect state,

 

So when he comes home from work today,

She will thank him through swollen lips on a black and blue face,

 

For pointing out the error of her ways,

So she will never make the same mistake.

A Glimmer in the black

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Depression, hope, sadness

A prick of light,

 A glimmer in the black,

A rope I have stumbled upon,

A way out of this blackhole within,

A way home,

On the floor

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Abuse, dark, Domestic Violence, Family, Family Violence, heartache, husbands and wives, poems about domestic violence, sadness

On the floor she lay,

in a befuddled daze,

praying her mother would visit today,

and be her saving grace,

blood splattered all over her face,

eyes stuck on the fists coming her way,

brain begging God to help her escape

Blood Splatter stain

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Airforce, Army, dark, Defence force, Iraq War, marines, military, Navy, Poems about death, Poems about loss, Poems about the army, poems about war, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, PSTD, sad poems, sadness, Soldiers, war

On his wristwatch,

A blood splatter stain,

One cleaned

Again and again,

Memories forever,

etched in his brain,

Of the moment,

His comrade slain,

Whisper

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Abuse, child, Child Abuse, children, dark, fathers, heartache, home, love, mothers, pain, parents, poems about child abuse, Poems about women, sad poems, sadness, Women

Whisper in my ear

all your fears

whisper in my ear

the reason for those unshed tears

whisper in my ear

Is it someone we hold dear?

whisper in my ear

Are they near?

whisper please whisper in my ear

whisper

when I am near

whisper

because I hold you so very dear

whisper

so our hearts can stop their tears

whisper

so I can take you somewhere where you no longer fear

whisper my child whisper in my ear

A woman’s greatest anguish

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angry poems, child, Child Abuse, children, dark, Discipline, Family Violence, heartache, pain, peoms, Physical abuse, poems, poems about child abuse, poems about domestic violence, poems about sexual abuse, Poems about women, rage, sad poems, sadness, sexual abuse, Women

Infidelity not a woman’s greatest anguish,
Hurting an innocent which was hers to keep,
Will bring her crashing to her knees,
Rage a creature forming within,
Madness oozing through cracks on her skin,
Caused by the lava like pain within,
Pricks of pain rip holes through soul and brain,
Hate streaming through her veins like a runaway train,
Torture, once never in her wildest dreams,
Dances in the brain like puppet on strings,
Even with the devil slain,
Pieces of the innocent she must collect and glue together again.