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Fully fledged treasure friend.

With family relationships it oft’ seems

That their deep hooks in our identity

Swift lead our reactions to extremes

And raw emotion of such potency.

It cannot be just biologically,

Though from our parents’ fibres we are knit,

The bond is also forged through history

of moments; smooth as marble, coarse as grit.

On life’s complex journey family extends

As with the paths of others it’s entwined

Through taking on the unexpected bends

We end up leaving precious ones behind.

For some love’s separation stings the heart

Which in defense builds walls to shield it’s pride,

Ironic that the catalyst that starts

The blaze is that which wants you by it’s side.

Not a child but evermore his daughter,

Flew the nest to seek the truth and live it,

Fully fledged you aint who he had thought yer,

Though truly loved, you just don’t neatly fit.

Integrity on you makes strong demands

Which, in conjunction with your wish to share,

Your loving questions he misunderstands;

Therefore so hard to keep investing there.

Seek refuge in the Lord’s unfailing grace,

He knows you and loves you beyond measure,

As with humility your words you lace,

Press on knowing you’re His precious treasure.

I love you heaps; more than I can convey

And wish that I could hold your hand right now,

I guess that’s all I really want to say,

I pray that Jesus uses this somehow.

xx

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Captives of our own Freedom

Plans formed from omniscient perspective,

But we place ourselves at the centre

of our Universe, we’re not objective,

We’re busy getting treasure

In our eyes

We wear our crowns and build our thrones

On the backs of slaves we would never own,

Knowing the danger of reflecting;

Conscience’s nudges keep rejecting,

Materialism saves

In our eyes

Hunger drives the greed for ‘things’

And in turn greed pursues success

Which fails to quench the emptiness

Having tasted  it

In our eyes

Lusting after something new,

Choosing truths that just aren’t true,

Scared of looking up to

the depth of life our hearts once knew,

It’s too big a sacrifice

In our eyes

The pace increases in our search,

Floundering for the prize unknown,

In our screaming Limbo perched,

We can do it on our own

In our eyes

We envision limitation

In your loving whisper ‘Come’,

Freedom to or freedom from?

We’re captives of our own freedom.

CER

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