Supernatural

Supernatural
is not a huge amount
of natural.

Extra-ordinary
is not a special delivery
of more ordinary.

If I want to
live an extra-ordinary life,
I don't want to fill it
with excessive amounts
of more of the same.

I need to do
something
different.
Something beyond ordinary,
but I am only human.

God is supernatural.
He is above and beyond
the natural world we live in.
He can gatecrash with miracles,
and confound skeptics.

He can act like He is
in charge of the Universe,
because He is.

I wonder if
He would like
to join His supernatural
to my ordinary,
and together we could do
something quite

extra-ordinary.

Heaven

Light

and delight,

and joy exploding

through your being.

Fullness and wholeness,

and every question answered,

and every need met.

Old friends and new friends,

and family of so many generations

welcoming and loving,

without holding back.

Grace and peace.

Hope and joy.

Healing complete and forever.

Listening and seeing

sounds and sights

inexplicable yet totally real.

Laughing and hugging,

and being held in perfect love.

Praise and worship.

Lifting and pouring forth gratitude,

and revelation of God’s great grace.

Your Saviour beheld,

and clasped hands held, 

welcoming you into eternity with Him.

Contended Dream

The enemy is contending
for my dream.
He has seen it
as I have,
but somehow he believes
in it more than me,
and will stop at nothing to destroy
its destiny.

He uses different tactics
depending on the mood
he finds me in.

He stirs me to overdo
till exhaustion lays me low.
He smothers my heart with pain
to cause it to go cold.
He distracts me
with pleasant things
that fill my soul space,
or unpleasant things
that downwards drag.

He brings along
some words to suppress
my spirit,
or puff up pride.

His armory appears endless
and time is on his side.
He has come across
humanity before,
in all its fragile forms
beset by original sin,
and not so original ones.

He tries to side swipe
my God given dream
out of my hands
by crafty cunning,
as I fail to see
he is behind my trials.

Yet God still loves me.
He is still with me,
and His perfect will is in the dream
He entrusts me with,
to bring forth future fruit.

My faltering faith
He touches with His mighty power.
His Spirit revives me,
and He shines His light upon my path.

He lifts my eyes to see Him,
and we lock our gaze
as He talks me through
the steps to practice,
until our perfect dance comes forth,
and I can say again
to the enemy,
'You will not have my dream today'.

Flu

My head is split
three ways,
like kindling
waiting to start
a fever fire.

My throat aches
when I try to talk,
when I cough,
when I breathe.

I long to escape the pain,
seeking somewhat relief
in pharmacist medication.

My life energy
is diverted
to viral warfare.
I age suddenly,
walking with weary gait
and down-turned gaze.

Multiple destinations of discomfort
compete for my attention,
all unwelcome visitors.

Pain makes itself powerfully
at home
as the virus blankets me.

It runs its cursed course
through my life,
all the while
stealthily seeking
its next victim to infect.

Well Done

'Well done good and faithful servant.'
How we long to hear
those spoken words,
when all is done and dusted,
and world is wrapped up,
to be replaced
with something infinitely more wonderful.

Well done for what?
Being part of Christ's body on earth?
Showing up on a Sunday?

The well done will look much deeper.
It is for all the times when you faithfully did
what you were born to do,
even when no one was recording it
for posterity.

God saw and He smiled.
Such a smile,
and He only gives that particular smile to you.

For within its frame is held
every interaction
and conversation
between the two of you.
All your struggles,
all your triumphs,
all the choices made
to never give up on
your together journey.

'Well done' will mean what is does to you alone.

And you and God will share another smile.