Launched September 4th 2010
Flower Girl shines a candle of hope in great darkness. Based on a true story of sexual abuse, this inspirational book speaks for the legion of victims unable to voice their secret tragedy. Read more about this new book on the Flower Girl page.
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I dance before you on a summer's day
And lovers look
Their eyes transfixed
To watch my graceful ways
They stare at me
They pay me heed
Yet all the while they speak of love
As if I wasn't there
Soft voices echo overhead
Sweet words, adoring someone else
A whispered promise
‘I love you'
Young hands entwine
And still they look
They smile, they kiss and search my depths
As mesmerized they stand
The moment gone
They turn their backs
Will they remember me?
I danced today
I'll dance tonight
Until the end of time
Till tides stop turning
Sun stops burning
I am Ocean Wave
To and fro I gush and ripple
Wind rides with me
Sands receive me
Moonlight on my face
Shores embrace me
Gently tugging at my finest lace
Back I go to join my brothers
Tossing, bobbing, ebbing, flowing
Crashing, pounding, rocking, rippling Endless splendour of the sea
I Know a Land
I know a land of thick, red dust
Where lizards roam the Earth’s parched crust
Where eagles soar and dingoes stalk
Where desert winds blow back and forth
I know a land where deep, blue seas
Embrace the beach and stir the breeze
Where children romp on golden sands
Creating castles with their hands
I know a land where cattle graze
Where farm dogs yap through summer’s haze
Where sheep all flock beside the dams
To rest a while, to bear their lambs
I know a land with treasures deep
Beneath the rock, the soil, the creek
Where some have rushed, their stake to claim
To make a fortune, rise to fame
I know a land where truth is known
Where harvest springs from good seed sewn
Where honour’s prized, where mateship’s strong
A place to love, to share, belong
I know a land of drought and flood
Of surging strife and loss of blood
A place where some have lost their way
Where God’s shut out, where evil plays
I know a land – Australia fair
With room to move and some to share
We raise our flag, we pray for peace
Please, mercy stay and warring cease
This side of Christmas
You can see it in the faces
Gritting teeth behind the load,
Hauling goodies in for Christmas,
Double parking on the road;
Kiddies clutching onto Grandma,
Mummy in the lay-by line,
Daddy’s home unearthing Barbie
And we hope the weather’s fine.
Hurry, hurry – hold the parcels.
No, you’re not to look inside.
Get yourselves lined up with Santa,
Comb your hair and smile real wide.
Oops, the cherry bag is splitting –
Can you help me pick them up?
Please! I need your help, don’t argue!
Oh, I’ve really had enough!
Grandpa said he’d get the mangoes
And a bunch of Christmas bush.
Do you think he will remember?
Don’t you let me see you push!
‘Molly pushed when you weren’t looking
And I really hurt my knee’.
‘Sorry, Mummy’, came the chorus
As they grabbed balloons for free.
Over there – that’s Grandma singing
On the seat near centre stage.
How she loves to sing the carols –
Such a great voice for her age.
And she reads the Christmas story
When they’re all tucked up in bed,
Even making donkey noises
Like the one that Joseph led.
There is so much to remember
At this happy Christmas time,
Like the carrot-eating reindeer,
Holly wreathes and church bell chimes.
Will the star do one more Christmas?
Have we bought enough to eat?
Do we have a stash of batteries?
Have we counted out the seats?
Posties speed along in helmets
Bringing cards to wish us well,
Little kids write notes to Santa
And what stories they can tell!
‘I’ll be good, SO good, dear Santa,
Sure, I’ll pack up all my toys.
You won’t even recognize me,
I’ll be such a sharing boy.’
When the note is sealed and posted,
When the Christmas tree is up,
When the party food is eaten
And our stomachs say ‘enough!’
Then I really start to wonder
Where is Jesus in all this?
Isn’t this HIS happy birthday?
Did we give our King a miss?
How I love the sea. Here is another poem, written to remind me of a special visit to the headland at Urunga, NSW.
A long hot day, an ocean breeze,
A pink zinc nose, a summer sneeze,
A thousand footprints in the sand
Where beach greets sea and sea hugs land.
A joyous walk through fresh salt air,
A playful wind toys with my hair.
A day when cares seem far away –
Oh Summer would you care to stay?
I walk the length of golden sand,
A few sea shells clutched in my hand
And now and then I take a glance
In awe, to watch the great wave dance.
The ocean roars its thunderous song
And rolls right back where waves belong.
It seems to me that God has drawn
His boundary line where waves perform.
The vastness of the deep blue sea
Appears remote, and yet I see
My feet are swathed in cool white lace –
The after-wash. The wave's embrace.
Come twilight, Summer's blazing heat
Cools down – the sun has turned its cheek
To light the day across the sea
In countries far away from me.
Walk on some more, but please don't miss
The splendour of Sun's final kiss –
Horizon bathed in majesty.
God's masterpiece for you and me.
Who paints the leaves?
The crunch of leaves beneath my feet,
A picnic lunch spread on the seat –
What bliss to feel the golden sun
And know that Autumn has begun.
The green of Summer packed away,
It's gold and burgundy today.
A fashion statement clothing trees,
Their leaves a'dancing in the breeze.
Who took the time to paint the leaves? Who sent the breeze? And who believes
That every season, leaf and flower
Reveals God's splendour, love and power?
The seasons come, the seasons go,
The sun comes up, the flowers grow.
Who tells the trees to grow so tall?
Who tells the snowflakes when to fall?
Who stays the waves, to bid retreat
Then kiss the sand and bathe our feet?
Who orchestrates electric storms?
Who starts a heart as baby forms?
If wisdom gained a whole life through
Was put to test by me, by you,
We'd falter from the very start
To fathom God, to know his heart.
In pride we go about our days,
Denying God, withholding praise,
Content to stumble, starved of light
Until we kneel and praise his might.
Our Heavenly Father made it all
And longs for us to hear his call
To come and lay our burdens down,
Receive his gift, return his crown.
Have you ever thought what a smile can do Just the briefest nod, or a howdy-do?
Have you ever walked through a city street Seeing no-one's eyes, seeing no-one's teeth
For with heads bowed low, looking straight ahead
There's a kind of hush in the somber tread.
Have we lost our smiles, are we so unsure? Could we find one smile, maybe three or four?
If we took the time, could we find one face
Worthy of our smile, worthy of our grace?
To see a way forward
To lift up my head
To wake in the morning
A glimmer of hope
On the saddest of days
A light in the darkness
To see through the maze
A shield of protection
And faith in my heart
A path pointing ‘this way'
With focus to start
One day at a time
With a small song to sing
A creed and a promise
To which I can cling
I'll climb my high mountain
I'll not turn away
My hope is in God
He'll give strength for today