The Creaking Branch

The Creaking Branch



I rise each morning, a creaking branch
Bowed and hurting
But unafraid
To meet
Each new day’s challenge.
Love keeps me strong.

The Tree of Life to which I’m grafted
By hands divine
Flows with sap
Of Holy Spirit
Strengthening me
With unquestioning love.

Loss of family and faithful friends
The sands of time
Flowing faster
As life moves on,
While in the flesh
Immortality has yet to dawn.

Life is challenge, pain, joy, love
Grief and sorrow,
Memory loss
So unkind,
But swells of ecstasy
Bring healing from the Tree of Life.

Flood, fire, tempest, earthquakes
Cannot destroy
Eternity —
Though Earth may die
The Tree remains
Infinite.

An Answer To Prayer?

I have been having painful problems with my right knee for a little while now. An Xray was taken last week. But my bones are not suspect. Damage may have been done to something or other. While waiting for it to be investigated, I was advised to exercise on level ground where possible. Living on a hill means I take it easy going up and down, but for walks we choose canal paths.
On Sunday, we took this photo of a duck splashing around in the Ulverston Canal. There were a number of them and it was fun to watch.
Monday was labour intensive — washing, ironing and cleaning. Yesterday I worked on my book and did a bit of blogging. I have a number of friends on the Internet who share similar interests (especially writing). I have a great deal of fun with one who lives in Australia. What a laugh we have at times. This is good because I have lost a lot of friends and family these past few years.
In the afternoon, we walked to town. It gave me a bit of exercise.
Today I found that my knee was hardly troubling me. I have been trying not to twist it in any way. After working on my book, I went in the garden and did some pruning, plus a small amount of weeding. My knee is not troubling me. Inflammation down? Whatever had slipped out had slipped back? That which had causing the stabbing sensation shifted? Or an answer to prayer? I know that I am being prayed for — just as I pray for others. I don't believe in 'shopping list' prayers. I see prayer as co-operation in the healing power of nature, working with God to achieve his will for all mankind. Many things can hinder healing. But if we are right with God, and the time is right for healing, 'all things work together for good'.
For me, religion—Christianity is a way of life. A follower of the way, rather than an observer of the three static R's — rules, rituals and Religion with a capital R.

Read my Writing For Joy
Wrinkly Writers
As Gran Hobson questions relating to wartime and post-war Britain — children, simple games, simple good food, simple pleasures and happiness.
For my books see my books author blog
Magpies Nest Publishing (shortly to be updated)
Mythica Publishing

Comforting Words — reflections on the psalms continued

For there is not a word on my tongue
but you Lord know it altogether
You have encompassed me behind and before
and have laid your hand upon me...


Psalm 139 v3-4

It has been a busy weekend — too many things trying to get done.
My third book of the trilogy is now being prepared. It will be good to get the set completed. Meanwhile, I am rewriting Blazing Embers, Making changes as once was suggested by an agent. I want to include more humour too.
Family coming for tea and an invitation to pop in to a neighbour's BBQ and celebration. It all went off OK.
BUT —
We all need time to be still and reflect. 'Be still and know that I am the Lord.'
Am I going in the right direction? I think so...