musings on grass*

Vibrantly persistent meadow grass dances rhythmically to the beat of a breeze

that breathes politely across taken-for-granted landscapes

carpeted in verdant swathes of emerald deep pile.

 

Flexible it bends before the strongest gale.

Ever-thirsty it greedily consumes the heaviest rainfall

yet dries buttery-beige under the summer sun

to yield, apparently barren, to scythes and balers

and become fodder and bedding

for cloven-hoofed creatures.

 

And yet, somehow, this humble dried bed-food

was worthy of cushioning the God-child

as confused cattle looked down at a new-born gate-crasher

wriggling, gurgling, crying, hungry and helpless

in their feeding trough.

 

Vibrant, verdant, flexible and fruitful times do not last.

But even that which has been cut down and seems dead and dry

can become a surprising bed of welcome and encounter with God-with-us, Immanuel.

 

*I am aware that this title carries a certain amount of playful ambiguity but assure you that this poem was not created under the influence of any substances.

unnursery rhymes

SONY DSCI have been re-writing some nursery rhymes to make them more topical but probably not suitable for children: mind you, were the originals okay? What do you think? Is it all a bit unnursery?

Three blind mice, three blind mice.

See how they run, see how they run.

They all ran after the farmer’s wife who cut off their tails with a carving knife:

Did you ever see such a sight in your life as the way we treat the disabled in this country?

(It reminds me of the way people are treated in being assessed for Disability Living Allowance)

Hickory dickory dock

a mouse ran up the clock

the clock didn’t strike at all because it had been silenced for repairs.

(Big Ben has been shut down for repairs)

Oh, The grand old Duke of York,
He had ten thousand men;
He marched them up to the top of the hill,
And he marched them down again.

Now when they were up, they were up,
And when they were down, they were down,
And when they were only half-way up,
They realised that because of cutbacks there were only 500 of them.

 

Mary had a little lamb
whose fleece was white as snow.
And everywhere that Mary went
The lamb was sure to go until she tried to go into a public building where no animals were allowed.

 

There was an old woman who lived in a shoe.
She had so many children, she didn’t know what to do;
She gave them some broth without any bread;
Then whipped them all soundly and put them to bed. This is clearly a safeguarding issue and Social Services are investigating.

 

Rock-a-bye baby, on the treetop,

When the wind blows, the cradle will rock,

When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall,

And down will come baby, cradle and all.

This is also clearly a safeguarding issue and Social Services are on the case.

 

Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he;
He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl,
And he called for his fiddlers three.
Every fiddler he had a fiddle,
And a very fine fiddle had he;
Oh there’s none so rare, as can compare,
With King Cole and his fiddlers three although with his smoking habit and bad diet King Cole was at risk of coronary heart disease.

Be blessed, be a blessing

dis

dictionaryIn an early edition of yesterday’s bloggage I made a typo that completely changed the meaning of a phrase. I had edited what I had written from ‘I do not agree…’ to ‘I profoundly disagree…’ I replaced the ‘do not’ with ‘profoundly’ and thought that I had successfully added ‘dis’ to the front of ‘agree’ but when it was published somehow I had failed to do so and the sentence began ‘I profoundly agree…’

That put a very different meaning on what I wanted to say.

Thankfully a kind friend (thanks Alan!) noticed and rather than pointing it out publicly on social media he gently sent me an email pointing out the lack of ‘dis’ and assuming that I didn’t mean to say what it looked like I was saying. I immediately edited the version on my blog and pointed it out on social media in the hope that people would be alerted to the mistake.

It got me thinking, though, about the difference those three letters make. You’ll have to indulge me a bit in the musing below that may or may not evolve into a poem, but I have certainly taken poetic licence:

Spirits are dampened if dis is present and a heart-and courage are lost.

A dis can disempower different ability.

Agreements and unity fall apart in the presence of a dis.

A harmonious chord can become painful to hear when a dis is added.

It’s much more difficult for a sentry to stand still if there’s a dys.

If dis is missing a theory is proved.

But without a dis – gruntle is puted, tances are indistinct, a turbance is roughed up, traction is hard to maintain and the meaning of tort is twisted.

Be blessed, be a blessing

 

I am a loser

This pome what I wroted a while back summarises how I feel at the moment:

Symbiosis
My wife says I’m a loser
I’m inclined to think she’s right.
I don’t know where my things are but
She doesn’t share my plight.

Though my keys aren’t where I leave them
She always finds them there.
Somehow they’re invisible
Despite how hard I stare.

My mobile phone IS mobile
I’m sure it runs around:
I can look in vain for hours but
In seconds she has it found.

She says I don’t look properly
When I overlook it
And start an inquisition
To find out just who took it.

I’m sure my searching’s thorough:
That I look in the right places
Which is why I get so ratty
In my oh-so frantic chases.

“Where did you last see it?”
She asks me through my bile.
“If I knew I wouldn’t need your help.”
I sulk back like a child.

My wife knows where to start things:
“I’ve already looked there twice”
Means that’s her quest’s beginning
And where she finds the prize.

As I’m reunited with what I lost
And turn off my pressure cooker
I consider it a huge blessing
That I married such a looker.*

My problem is that the DVD for which I am searching is still lost and the looker (AKA Sally) is at work all day today. I guess I have a few options:

  1. Spend all day in a fruitless search for the DVD
  2. Spend all day frustrated because I know I won’t be able to find the DVD
  3. Assume it’s been lent to someone and send out a Facebook SOS (done)
  4. Phone Sally at work and ask her where it is (which will stretch even her powers of knowing where everything is)
  5. Order another one (not easy as it was ordered from the US in 2008 and is no longer available)
  6. Wait patiently for Sally to come home and then pounce with the request (with a cup of tea for her first)
  7. Pray for patience, the ability to relax and get on with other things and perhaps a little remembrance of where I put it
  8. Write a bloggage about it

CaptureI have decided to try number 7 second (I have already done number 3 and am doing number 8) and then not worry about what happens next. I may or may not find it and if I don’t it won’t be the end of the world as we know it. The video is, however, excellent. You can see the clip I want on YouTube here (the picture next to this text is from it – I want to use my legal version rather than nab it from YouTube).

There are far more serious things going on in the world at the moment for us to get stressed about the little things. A quick prayer begins the process of regaining that perspective and then leads to praying for the big things again: refugees, victims of violence, families bereaved by tragedy, people who are not so much struggling to make ends meet as having lost sight of the ends… so many people in need of prayerful support and intercession.

And actually the video (go on, watch it) speaks into those situations too. Jesus notices everyone, knows everyone, loves everyone.

***UPDATE – within an hour I had experienced a moment of inspiration and had checked again in a place where I had already looked, and found the DVD!***

Be blessed, be a blessing

*You can see other pomes what I have wroted in the pomes section of the blog