Vibrant waters

The Tilli burn that bubbles loud
Mountain fresh and Ochil proud,
Does not ask which way to go
But holds a secret we should know.

That vibrant waters can’t be stopped
That flow from hill to valley drop
Or manufactured, boxed or forced
For this flow is mountain sourced.

Springing waters from within
Should be given spirit wings
And as the wind blows where it will
The river’s way is never still.

A spiritual man knows the sound
Of water on rock or hardened ground,
But does not fear for He knows
The water’s dance and brawny flows.

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Tillicoultry Burn (creek), Ochil Hills, Central Scotland.

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Beautiful boy

By just turning up
you’ve bought such joy,
My Grandson Charles
my beautiful boy,
The spark you bring
brightens the flame,
With humble pride
you carry my name.

In mountains of joy
and valleys of cares,
there will be love
mixed with constant prayers,
There will be wisdom
if you just ask,
and a hand to hold
to walk the right path.

 

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The darker the better

Hiding under her blankets
The darker the better
….presses her button to drop the blinds
The darker the better.

The only light comes from the flicker of the horror movie
Where the hellovision screen is her mirror…it makes her feel at home.

Her clothes fit her well;
– Aching uncertainty
– Dark forebodings
– Tender pessimism
The mirror keeps reminding her.

The bottle of emptied Johnny Walker speaks:
“You’ve stopped walking”,
The dropped blind says
“You’ve stopped seeing”,
The mirror confirms:
“This is what you’ve become”.

The arteries have hardened…her heart pumps without a beat.

With the press of a button
The blind can go up
The screen can stop its lies
The heater could fire up.

But in her caged freedom…
She has made her choice.

Her eyes narrow as she focuses harder on the screen…

The darker the better.

 

 

Note: this is a description of a women in her late 20’s who lodged with a friend. This was her life in her room; empty whisky bottles, watching depressing shows on her Netflix account as she curls under her blankets. She was offered help, and a new identity in Christ….but she made her choice. How many more are there like her ?.

Darker the better

Alva Highland Games

The Sun was hot
The sky was blue
The hills were green
Is Alva’s cue,
For highlands games
Set in June
Tartan dancing
Bagpipes tunes.

Men in kilts
Built like tanks
Toss the caber
To cheers & thanks,
Fish and chips
Ice cream, beer
Alva’s time
Once a year.

Yelling at a flower

Yelling at a flower
Doesn’t make it grow
It won’t grow any higher
If it’s feeling low
Anger changes little
Just keeps the status quo
Yelling at a flower
Doesn’t make it grow.

Yelling at a flower
Doesn’t make it grow
The still voice of the Spirit
Is wisdom put on show
You can’t get light from darkness
You can’t get heat from snow
Yelling at a flower
Doesn’t make it grow.

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The burden of the LORD

He thinks about His purpose
And why he’s on the Earth:
To partner with the load,
The burden of the LORD.

Crying out in prayer
Requesting God for more,
To know the mind of Christ:
The Burden of the LORD.

The tears of God start flowing
With his in one accord
Sharing in the weight:
The burden of the LORD.

Looking through God’s eyes
And thinking like God’s thoughts
Experiencing His yoke:
The burden of The Lord.

This yoke fits him well
Like soldiers set for war
Makes the essence light,
The burden of the LORD.

The load at first was heavy
Different walk and talk
Adjusting to the charge:
The burden of the LORD.

With acts and words of power
He declares the mind of God
His mouth with heaven’s breath,
The burden of the LORD.

 

“And when this people, or the prophet, or a priest, shall ask you, saying, What is the burden of the Lord?…Jeremiah‬ ‭23:33 ‭KJV‬‬

False prophets were prophesying to God’s people in that day. They were false prophecies. God was angry with these false prophets because they were declaring the weight or burden of God’s mind that was false. Many translations use the word “oracle”. The “burden of the LORD” is the weight, the tears, the concerns, the view and opinion of God. It is feeling what He feels. God does not want us to declare the Kingdom of God from a cold and detached place, but from a unity and relationship with Him.

The “burden of the LORD” is for those mature believers who want God to be declared or prophecied accurately, and in a way that pleases Him. It is for those who cry out to Him in prayer with humility, and who ask that God would share His “burden” with that believer. This brings a weight to that believer who must adjust his actions accordingly: like a weight added to a racehorse that buckles at first, but then strengthens its legs and changes its walk as it adjusts to the new weight. But it is a yoke that fits personally, for God only gives a portion of His weight that we can handle, and that suits us. The result is that the believer has a different walk, a different talk, and the “burden of the LORD” that is now shared between the LORD and the believer, is declared accurately.

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Heading west, heading east

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Heading west…

 

The Aussie bloke drives west,
To find the perfect place,
That lives inside his head
To occupy that space,
The north would be too hot
The south would be too cold,
The east is too familiar
He looks for foolish gold.

The Scottish lass turns to the east
To chase the Spanish sun,
To fly away from Celtic stress
And guilt from Catholic Nuns,
To chase a promised freedom
By fake celebrities
She flys like Scottish birds
To a place called “I’m care free”.

 

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Heading east..Spanish beach

 

Moon shaped landscape

 

The moon shines on it name sake landscape
Peaking behind touchable 3D clouds
That move as fast as the Lewis wind.

Northern stars keek at the moon shined terrain
Never moving, stable as the rocks that hold together
A melted snow drenched country.

The rippling loch co-operates with the Atlantic ocean air
And creates a dance in sync with flying geese
Jagged and graceful, separate and together.

The Islands other inhabitants;
Strong people, strong houses, strong fences, able to resist all weather
Fit snugly into where the land permits.

The sun rises on what it promised;
Rugged and tree-less attractive beauty; like the Gaelic language,
Hard to understand but beautiful.

 

We arrived late at night at Tobson, on the Isle of “Greater Bernera” [Gaelic: “Bearnaraigh”], (a Western Island from Isle of Lewis, Outer Hebrides, Scotland) for a break. The moon came and went with the clouds.

“keek” is a Scots word for “look” or “peak”. Scottish Gaelic is the first language. English is the second language.

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Who are these ?

“All the angels stood around the throne and the elders and the four living creatures, and fell on their faces before the throne and worshiped God, saying: “Amen! Blessing and glory and wisdom, Thanksgiving and honor and power and might, Be to our God forever and ever. Amen.” Then one of the elders answered, saying to me, “Who are these arrayed in white robes, and where did they come from?” And I said to him, “Sir, you know.” So he said to me, “These are the ones who come out of the great tribulation, and washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb.” “Therefore they are before the throne of God, and serve Him day and night in His temple. And He who sits on the throne will dwell among them. They shall neither hunger anymore nor thirst anymore; the sun shall not strike them, nor any heat; for the Lamb who is in the midst of the throne will shepherd them and lead them to living fountains of waters. And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes.”” ‭‭Revelation‬ ‭7:11-17‬ ‭

Who are these ?.

They are loud
They sound like strong, powerful and moving waters
Making their critical mass noise where they don’t deserve.

Loud and white
Red and white
Blood red and white apparel
Blood red, white and loud
Suit these loud worshippers
Before the throne of the donor.

But despite the local clothing
The question is asked because
They look like strangers: do they belong before this throne ?
Are they worthy of the King’s focus ?
They are unrecognisable…who are these ?.

The answer comes like a scientific discovery…
They are totally different to what they were:
Smelling of the vile odor of death.

Now transfigured:
They are singers
They are dancers
They are thinkers
They are overcomers
They lovers
They are soldiers
They are forgivers
They are victors.

They are clean and white
They are pure and red
History re-written…
They look totally different.

Angels, creatures, elders get it…
Is that them ?
Really ?
What an amazing change !

The heavenly response flows:
Life circulates between the throne and the vessels of love:
Shepherding
Protection
Love both ways.

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The veil is taken away

Moses condescends to the foot of the mountain
His face shining out of the darkness and tempest
A veil restricts the view of glory
By closed minds and blinded hearts.

Jesus condescends to the foot of the mountain
His face bloodied by an evil crown
A veil restricts the view of glory
By closed minds and blinded hearts.

Jesus draws up to Himself a different people
His face shining till there is no darkness
There is no veil to restrict the glory
For hearts who have turned to behold His face.

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