Allow me to say

Please

allow me to say

Something of your gift to me.

I saw your gift,

And laughed

delightedly.

I opened your gift

and laughed

in wonderment.

I explored

your gift,

Someone told me

who made it

And although

I do not know her,

I shall speak to her

of your gift.

The things you gave me.

A coneshell

Showcasing

God’s geometry

And His craftsmanship

How much then

more fearfully

And

wonderfully

Has He

made us.

The feathers to remind me

How sweet it is

to dwell beneath

His wings

that soft and

downy comfort

Backed by eagles wings

That soar

and take me

into places high.

The candle,

sending smoke

my sacrifice of praise.

The incense of

My love for Him

The fish,

My sign

My target

My first

favourite colour

The colour of Heaven

And the Teacher

Wairua Tapu

My Help and my Guide

The intricacy

Of beauty on bowl

of common

Use.

The Potter

beautifies us

while we are yet

mundane

Humble Scallop shells.

Fitting nestled,

Incrementally

measuring,

Retro faded colours.

Connecting

me

to country,

We dwell

on sandy shores

Waiting

on the beach

To lead

caught shoals

ashore

Sweet and tiny

gumnuts.

Do we look

At those

perfect habitations

And wonder,

How?

He has hidden

Such magnificence

In such humble vessels?

The idea of gratitude

reminds me

how I walk with my love

Each morning

As the sun rises

in the east

We love

Each other

In word

In thought

In laughter

and

Sometimes

we dance.

I know there’s so much more,

I still block Him when I focus

On, “my mission”.

Which is not wrong

But not yet ready.

He’s working

patience

in me.

He ofttimes reproves

Which so delights me

I love to hear Him

gently speaking

judgement

His love so wants me free.

Of course

The outworking

Does not so often

please me

But

suffering unto obedience

Now means

so much more.

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