Let your sore bleed
Let the soldiers speak
The pain of the military
The soldier’s war poetry.

~~

The dog crying in the streets
Listen to the news of the devil

~Crossroads~

A glimpse of the red light!

~~

The speed of green tank wheels
The sound of fear that the night reveals.

This month I call you Saviour.

Mostly, instinctively
I call to you as Lord-God and Father.
Typically these are the names
I call to mind at early dawn.

But this month you are Saviour
as I become more acutely drawn
to my need to call on your saving grace
to draw on your sacrificial willingness
to cast off the trappings
wrapped up with heavenly glory
to embrace the blood and the mess
that comes with small town nativity
and ultimate betrayal in the big city.

This month I address my Hosannas
to you, my loving, risen Saviour.

If ratios strike fear—
into every one in two,
half the world will be—
in abject misery.

I am getting old and my back creaks,
But I refuse to slow my pace,
With a mischievous grin, I embrace the years,
Living life with a touch of grace.

I dance in the rain, I sing out loud,
I wear bright colours, I stand out in a crowd,
I laugh at the rules, I break the mould,
Forgetting the notion of growing old.

Wrinkles are badges of adventures had,
Each grey hair a tale of fun,
I chase my dreams with reckless abandon,
Under the golden sun.

I climb the mountains, I sail the seas,
I savour each moment, I do as I please,
For life is too short to play it safe,
I live with passion; I live with faith.

I make new friends, I cherish the old,
I share my stories, both brave and bold,
I dance through life with a youthful heart,
Aging disgracefully, a work of art.

So let my back creak, let my hair turn grey,
I'll live each moment, come what may,
For in this journey, wild and free,
Aging disgracefully is the way to be.

march is here now february gone
another month is here time is moving on
flowers start to grow to give the spring a glow
showing of there blooms for there flower show

sun will shine again from many miles away
warming up the ground on a spring time day
a season of the year with beauty all around
everywhere you go theres beauty to be found