Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Wales' Tales 4/17/17

Lord, Why is this world in such a big mess
With bloodshed and anger and pain?
Why are some people washed out by floods
When others can’t get any rain?
Why are there mudslides and earthquake galore?
Some hungry while others grow fat?
And why do we struggle to make life improve?
What is the reason for that?
We just get so caught in the struggles of life
And can’t seem to cause any change.
We think we want justice to come on the earth
But find doing so feels so strange.
We think that justice is just being nice
With everything simple and fair,
When justice requires a true change of heart
To prove that we really do care,
For people held back by the simplest things
Bad housing, poor schooling, high rent
Resulting in barriers too high to scale
When all of their income is spent
On seeking the basics of shelter and food
The things that all people deserve
But we get so caught in the way that things are
That we often just don’t have the nerve
To Stand Up for Justice and stand with the poor
To seek a new measure in life
That offers all people the chance to survive
Without all that mis’ry and strife.
So join me in JUMPing to help make a change
To stop thinking this will not cease,
To offer a hand that unites us as one
To bring in the Kingdom of…

                                                Peace, Alex

Wales' Tales 5/16/17

The summer heat is coming on.
It promises new days
Of humming insects, singing birds
All mixed with sunshine rays.
The cloudless sky, the steady wind,
The evening thunderstorms,
All part of what the summer brings
As they become the norms.
It all reflects our God’s great plan
That lets the crops mature,
Providing food and sustenance
To feed the world, insure
The flow of generations new
As life’s renewal spreads
Across the globe for everyone
A web that truly weds
The different forms of life
That fills the earth with hope and light
And granting us the knowledge that
It all will turn out right.
And in God’s plan we also know
That there’s enough for all,
It’s just that we must find a way
To share the wealth, not stall
Because of what we think is ours
Our need to grab and hoard
To guarantee that all receive
The blessings, our reward
For being faithful followers
Of the one who grants increase
The blessings of the Love of God
The Lord, the Prince of…

                                    Peace, Alex

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Wales' Tales 3/7/17

Skies alight with morning sun,
Grass still wet with early dew,
Garden quiet as a tomb,
Women move to offer view
Of a body in a grave,
Hasty rush as time was short,
Once that death had clearly come.
Need to make the lasting tribute
For their loss had left them numb.
He had been their beloved teacher,
Healer, guide and faithful friend
For these women had been present,
Staying ‘til the painful end.
Now to roll the stone from doorway,
Who will help with final task?
But the stone has been unsettled,
Where is someone there to ask?
With their herbs and spices ready
To perform the final rite,
What has happened to the body,
Since that awful Friday night?
Peering in they see the grave cloths,
Laying there upon the stone,
And two angels stand before them
Where they thought they’d be alone.
Why the tears? Who are you seeking?
In this place of souls so dead.
Don’t you know he said he’d risen
When three days had quickly fled?
He’s not here. He’s gone before you.
Joining those he’d left behind.
In the place where they are hiding,
He appears and offers kind
Words of healing, food for thought,
Proof that he has changed the process,
To what is and not what ought.
Death has lost the final battle,
Fear and pain will finally cease,
He has conquered death through mercy,
Offering all the way to ….

                                    Peace, 

Wales' Tales -2/24/17

The forty-day Journey has now just begun,
To reach the sure ending of Jesus the Son,
To go to Jerusalem, there to confront,
Not miracle, healing or publicity stunt.
A sure confrontation with those now in charge
To question the reason for actions so large
That people who tried to be faithful and good
Should feel that they fail and be misunderstood.
Insisting on rules invented to keep
The common folk bound when awake or asleep.
This Jesus had come to fulfill all the law,
To make things anew, to get rid of the straw
That clutter the meaning of faith and refuse,
To open the way for some really Good News.
But it is a journey with twists and rebuffs,
A difficult travel o’er valleys and bluffs.
The twelve who go with him will struggle each day
To understand fully what Jesus would say.
Not sure they were ready to follow the road,
Yet sure that they wanted to carry the load
Which Jesus had promised to them at the start
If only their faithful response was their part.
And so we move closer to an end we do fear,
Aware of the truth filled with hope and with tear.
To come to the day when we stand ‘neath the cross
And feel all the anguish and pain and great loss.
But first we must journey, and know it will cease
When we will discover God’s unending…

                                                                                Peace,
                                                                                              Alex

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Wales' Tales 1/10/17

January’s come and gone
And time is moving fast.
Before we even take a breath
The next month will be past.
We struggle just to get ahead
And discover that we fail
Because the time to make our plans
Is gone – we need a nail
To stop the flow of every hour
To hold it in one place,
So we can really see what is
And what we have to face.
But that’s the way that life
Is planned – a part of God’s
Grand scheme
We never really have control,
It all seems like a dream.
One day we sit in nursery
And play with gentle toys
The next we find that we have
Changed to little girls and boys.
And then we are in high school
And soon we start to work,
Creating our career path
From clerk to soda jerk.
Then we meet that special one
Who makes our life complete
A match to make each day anew
With pleasure and with treat.
And then a family appears
To fill up all our days,
The babies, teens, the college kids
As they go on their ways.
When gray hair suddenly appears
We know that time is short,
The cycle that God set in place
Becomes our last resort.
But in the turning time of life
Our joy need never cease,
For God is still the one in charge,
Who brings the gift of…

                                                Peace,
                                                        Alex         

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

Wales' Tales 12/13/16

Looking to the year ahead
Is filled with wonder, joy and dread.
Never knowing what’s in store,
Always seeking to know more
About the way that life will change,
Afraid that it might seem so strange
To start the year with much unknown,
Wondering if we’ll be alone
To face a future that’s unclear
Never knowing what is near.
Where’s the hope, the joy, the life
When the world is rife with strife?
What can make us feel more bold?
What will grant us health and gold?
Can we find that magic wand
That offers us our wants so fond?
It may be our search is wrong,
Driven by a force so strong.
A force that seeks to make us weak.
False idols made of pride and pique
The power of sin that burrows in
A wicked game we cannot win.
The tempter really holds the cards
Creating chaos in our yards,
Causing us to become blind
To God’s good gifts that make us kind,
Gentle, loving, full of hope
Never clinging to the rope
That dangles near its very end,
As though we really must depend
Upon the things that glimmer bright
Afraid we’ll drop right out of sight
Of God who offers light and life,
An end to war, to fear, to strife.
Instead of fearing what might cease,
We should depend on God’s sure…
                                    Peace,

                                                Alex

Monday, October 31, 2016

Wales' Tales 10/31/16

I sat at the table
All ready to eat,
The food overflowing
With veggies and meat,
With bright candelabra
And silver so neat,
It couldn’t be better,
I’m ready to eat.
But then out the window
I saw a large crowd
Of people so hungry
Their stomachs grew loud.
So thin, and so anxious,
Their bone showing through
I thought to myself
Now what should I do?
I might ask them in but
There just were too many,
And if they all ate
I wouldn’t have any.
A quandary, a question
A struggle within
How could I help
With these people so thin?
I could draw the blinds
And pretend they’re not there.
I could turn my back
And pretend to not care.
But hearing the rumbles of
Hunger so close,
Suggested that God was
Just giving a dose
Of medicine I found
Too bitter to taste.
To open my eyes to
The food that I waste.
I fail to be thankful
For all that I have,
And when I’m not sharing
There isn’t a salve
To the pain of the hungry,
The cry of the lost,
I need to respond
Every way that I can
So I might discover
That God has a plan.
Just share in the blessings
And make hunger cease.
For Christ sets the table
And offers all…
                        Peace,