Rain Again

Today I plan to walk with the rain and ask, “Would you like to come too?” I’m dressed with coat and leggings so, why not come and play the game?

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God Knew.

God Knew.

From the beginning, before substance was formed\ Wisdom (Holy Spirit) was there alongside as the helper.\ Before galaxies and earth was established, God knew.

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Full Throttle

Full Throttle

I love my Harley darling, she’s slick & clean,\ she beams as i ride along the highway,\ her low slung body takes the curvy bends\ as other riders turn their heads to see\ how i lean her low; enough not to go topsy-turvy.

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There is something about. . .

Poem & Photo by Stephen Douglas © stephen c douglas, 17 April ’22 for kiwi.poet

There is something about. . . a nice clear day no cloud in the sky, no wind to fly. All my cares, I now commit to prayer, as I rest them in Jesus’ name.\

There is something about. . . a picture of me young ‘n’ wild, a hearty smile. All my hopes centred as a wee child, as I develop a sense of life’s worth.\

There is something about. . . a look at the past in the light of today’s growth. All my self-doubt and fear, didn’t last, as I learnt in light, we’re all the same.\

There is something about a. . . bird in flight an ant hill & a crocodile’s tail. All our knowledge equals nought, belief and action seal their tale.\

There is something about. . . a new baby’s cry it tells you and I we’re fairly made. All our doubts and questions need fly, as we have no answer to its DNA line.\

There is something about. . . the end of a day no sunset the same, no star alike. All my cares are being sorted, as I apply my knowledge with hope…..\

There is something about. . . a trusting soul which brings the Father much delight!

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For Joanie

For Joanie

* Give me a pale pink blossom Framed by a bright blue sky, Any day of the week my dear ~ Before we need to depart awhile

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Change Comes to Change Us

Change Comes to Change Us

I saw myself to be like a little seed dropped into the crevice of a mighty rock and there I was bound to be, so I set about allowing myself to be free by responding to the impulse to grow,

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Two Hands

Two Hands

As I thank You for my life. \ Help me to go about blessed \ With your Spirit’s insight \ And hear You affirm I’m your beloved.

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Waves

Waves

WAVES . . . . . . . . . . . . . Stephen Douglas

Waves pounding upon the shore, rising tide creeps up the shore\ wetting rocks, stones and sand yet not able to wet me. \ For I stand higher on a rock, out of reach from tidal wash\ because there’s an unseen force limiting; holding the\  *               Waves, pounding upon the shore.**\ *.\ .\ .

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Hope through Tragedy

Hope through Tragedy

***I look up –*** to the Table Mountain Range, Cape of Good Hope. Does my strength come from these mountains?

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Driftwood

Driftwood

I used to be a tall strong pine tree In Manawatu hills beyond thee With branches wide and green; Habitat for wild birds and bees,

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A-lone

A-lone

*I turn my gaze to address your moon-face and shout aloud my boon*

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We all walk the road to Emmaus

We all walk the road to Emmaus

``` We all walk the road to Emmaus, A walk not too far from heart breaking affairs. Affairs which create doubts and questions about what is possible in life. Such happenings can engage deep conversations with friends, Turning despair to hope, a place not too far from here. We all walk our road to Emmaus,

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The Rich Fool

The Rich Fool

“Am I my brother’s keeper, shouted the stranger from the back, tell my brother to divide the family inheritance with me.”

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A Morning Walk

A Morning Walk

``` Autumn colours are plentiful this morning, as I walk ..The pathway winding through this beautiful scenery Thankful I have eyes to see and legs to move me. ..Gratefulness abounds in my spirit for autumn leaves Sing praise to their living Creator; these leaves sing ..Their song of happiness, beauty, and creativeness, I bend my ear to catch their song, to sing my praise too.

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Hands

Be they praying or callous workers hands

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Leaves

Leaves

One small leaf curls and tucks itself next to another,

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Petone Wharf Scene

Petone Wharf Scene

The way I spend time out in nature can affect how much my physical and mental health will recharge and how I benefit from it.

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All In A Day’s Work

All In A Day’s Work

I rake the fallen camellias, which lie upon the ground. They’ve flowered their youth; Bloomed their best - in seasonal time.

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Mood Swings

Mood Swings

The weather changes like my mood as I contemplate life at noon. I wonder if the rain today has a message plain & true.

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