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A LOST CULTURE by Gail P. Kay

9/5/2007

A lost culture.
A changing world.
History, the past,
Foretells
What will be
In the future
For a people;
For it has happened
Many times before.
The dominator
Becomes
The exterminator;
Often through violence
Often through kindness;
But still,
a people perishes…

WHEN by Gail P. Kay

9/3/2007

When the days seem dark and dreary
And my body and soul are weary
Then it is I turn and look at you;
And through my lifelong journey
Your laughter and your smile
Cheer my spirit and I know
Life is all worthwhile.
If ever God gave gifts to man
He surely gave me you
To hold my hand.

TODAY I CHOOSE by Gail P. Kay

9/3/2007

Today, I choose to smile;
Today, just for a while
I will count my blessings
And be glad
Because of them.
Today I choose
To walk in the light
Of my GOD
Knowing by faith
HE has me safely
In His hands.

PRECIOUS by Gail P. Kay

9/3/2007

At last I see a path so clear
Through the darkness of my mind,
It leads me to my Saviour dear
Where I shall always find
A love that never lets me go,
A love that holds me near,
A love where my God says ‘tis so,
I have saved your every tear.
For precious are the tears that flow
From my beloved’s eyes
And when in prayer you oft times go
Even precious are your sighs.’

YOU LIFT ME UP by Gail P. Kay

9/2/2007

You are the shepherd of my soul
When I am weary and can walk no more
You carry me upon Your shoulders
Safely to that Heavenly shore.

Chorus:
You lift me up
When I am weary and torn
You lift me up
so I shall no more mourn
You lift me up
When life would crush my days
You lift me up
On eagles’ wings of praise!

You are the Lord of everything I see;
You are the Lamb who ransomed me;
You took my sins upon the tree
And you lift me up to walk in victory

Chorus:
You lift me up
When I am weary and torn;
You lift me up
so I shall no more mourn;
You lift me up
When life would crush my days;
You lift me up
On eagles wings of praise!

SINCE TIME BEGAN by Gail P. Kay

9/17/2004

Down through the ages since time began
The wind carries the sound of women
Weeping for their men.
Called to fight and called to die
The wind forever carries the sigh
Of love, lost, and gone,
And left alone
I hear it moan
As it whips and whirls
through this my time
without reason and without rhyme.
And hearts once filled with love and lust
Move on ’til they too are as dust.
And still the wind carries all,
unseen, unknown,
Until time doth end,
The sound of women
Weeping for their men.

A ROAD TOO FAR by Gail P. Kay

9/12/2008

A moment,
a thought,
a heartache;
No way around
the grief.
Silent, savage pain
Slices through
The soul,
And eyes blink
And glaze,
Unable to focus
On a world now
So barren and lonely;
I bow
My head
And suffer silently
The loss of you.
Eternity is
A road too far,
Yet you are on it
And I am left to grieve,
Alone.

OUR ROAD by Gail P. Kay

9/10/2007

We can lead a horse to water
But we cannot make him drink;
We can lead a man to knowledge
But we cannot make him think;
And no one else can do those things
That only we can do;
So as we go through life
To ourselves we must be true.

God has set a task for everyone
He has a special plan
For each and every life on earth
For every child, woman and man.
Although we seem to lose our way
And we think we cannot see,
The path ahead is lit by love
If in His grace we be.

WALKING THE WAY by Gail P. Kay

9/10/2007

Don’t compromise your standards;
Walk the road less trod;
Live according to His word.
And you’ll find your way to God.
In everything you do
And at the end of everyday
Reflect on how he loves you.
Even when from his path you stray.

Although oft times we fail Him,
Although sometimes we fall,
He will never let us go
For He loves us all.
Then when the twilight years
Come upon our waking days
We can rest in Him, in peace,
Knowing we tried to walk His ways.

I CHOOSE WHO I SHALL BE by Gail P. Kay

9/10/2007

Don’t tell me that I can’t be free
Don’t say those words to me!
I shall fly like the eagle
And swim the deepest ocean
For my God is greater than all
The problems that the world
Has thrown at me!

I choose!
Yes I choose to cast away
The shackles of yesterday.
And I choose to walk in freedom
Stepping gently through my life.
Because violence lashed my youth
I choose to leave it behind me
And walk in love even
When I don’t feel like doing it!
Because I choose who I am,
And who I will be,
And I won’t give the world
Power over me.

BLOOM by Gail P. Kay

8/6/2008

Can you see the colour
In a world so bleak?
Can you see the flowers
Bloom every week?
Why fix your eyes
On misery and pain
Long gone,
Clutching it close
So you feel it again?
Let go! Be free.
The choice is yours,
Bloom where you are;
Your life can be flowers
To all who need
To be free,
Let go of pain.
Choose LIFE
And bloom again!

THE DISCOVERY by Gail P. Kay

8/10/2004

Today I discovered
My heart can soar on the breeze
It can ride the wind above
The world of mediocrity
Full of minds blank and sodden
With their incessant repetitive
Stupor induced sameness.
I discovered I can break through
The clouds thick and grim
That push down upon man
And leave him blurbing
Meaningless words that
Lead nowhere.
I discovered a way to fly free
Above the well trodden road
That leads one in an endless
Twirling dance of pointless irony.
If I could tell you how I did it
You would not believe
So I fly in silent bliss
In solitude
And laugh.

LITTLE GIRL LOST by Gail P. Kay

7/6/2007

I was a little girl lost
Swept away on the tide
Of life;
Helpless in the face
Of adult decisions.
Home disappeared.
Love disappeared
Cruelty and indifference
Swallowed me.
But I was not alone.
Locked away
in a small dark cupboard
fearful and lost
I talked to my grandma
Who was in heaven
And she was there
With me.
Raging against the world
My heart was yet
Sustained
By a love greater than all other;
God took pity
On a lost little girl
That the world was crushing
Smashing, torturing.
He held me close,
And the world
Was helpless.

WITH YOU by Gail P. Kay

7/4/2007

Another day is done
And I have not spent
Any time with You, Lord.
Forgive me
For my slackness.
Help me to see
Beautiful skies of blue
And think of YOU.
Teach me to listen
To the world
You made
So I can hear
Your gentle voice
Calling me
To come
And be one
With You.

ODE TO SPAM by Gail P. Kay

7/4/2007

I don’t know where it comes from
And I really could care less
But all this rotten spam mail
was making a real mess
Of the inbox in my email
And I was getting very cross
Until I found myself counting
As I hit the “ block” ’em box.
They are surely brainless morons
Who send out all this tripe
But instead of getting cranky
I count them without a gripe
And try to break the record
For the most I have deleted
And I feel I’ve won a victory
If that mail is not repeated!

DROUGHT by Gail P. Kay

7/4/2007

Where is the grass so green
That once softened
The land?
Harsh brown sameness
Stared me down
Until I cried.
Drought!
Dreaded enemy
Of man and beast
That you ravage the land
Is the least
Harm you do;
You squeeze a farmer’s heart,
His mind, and soul
In merciless grip
As he stands helpless
Before the rotten corpses
Of his livestock,
Mocked by the flies
In joyful frenzy,
As they feed upon his misery!
Drought!
Cruel enemy.

BLAME IT ON THE NET by Gail P. Kay

7/4/2007

“Oh Granny where’s the chocolate cake
You promised us that you would bake”

“What’s that you say there little one?
Has granny let you down?
Why do you look so woebegone
And give me such a frown?
Of course I’ve got your chocolate cake
But it is one I didn’t bake,
It’s in the freezer there you see
The packet marked with Sara Lee!

“Gran did you know you seem to neglect
us kids since you got the net!”

“What’s that you say ? I’m slightly deaf!
Are you trying to make gran feel bereft?
I’ve spent a lifetime here indeed
For every one of you in need!
I’ve never let one of you down yet
And if I have - well, blame the net!
Now, here’s a fork, for goodness sake
Go out and eat that piece of cake!”

“ I knew dad shouldn’t have got her that!”
I heard him say - the little brat!

But there’s nothing worse for them I bet
Than granny being on the net!
If they only realized Sarah Lee
Makes better chocolate cake than me!
So I had better go and do my duty
And if my computer crashes – just shoot me!

OUR CHAMPION by Gail P. Kay

7/4/2007

He was a tall good looking young fellow,
Who signed up and went to war
Being sent to serve in Malaya
Without realizing what was in store!
The Japanese overran them
And he was incarcerated with his mates;
The war was over for them early
But they suffered a cruel fate!

Back home in Australia his sisters
And parents would hold him in prayer
asking God to keep their boy safe
And bring him back home to them there.
Every night the family would gather
And pray in a special way
it came from their hearts as they asked God,
“ Lord, give Stevie enough to eat today”

The Japanese prison commander
admired pugilistic skill
Stevie was only 20, but a big lad,
And he could box with a will!
The camps would have competitions,
The commanders would trot out their best
Stevie was his camp’s champion
His commander made sure he got rest!

He put him to work in the kitchen
With orders that Steve couldn’t beat
The commander told the prison guards
“Make sure he has enough to eat!”
He didn't want a champion
too weak to put on a good bout
He made fine sure that young Stephen
was able to give the knockout!

Grandma heard the news on the radio
A Japanese ship sunk at sea,
Her face went white and she softly said “ Stevie was on that ship.
He won’t be coming home to me. ”
Her daughters tried to tell her no,
they pointed out the fact
That Stevie was in prison in Malaya!
Of course he would come back!

But Granda put his arm around her
And led her gently from the room;
For three days she grieved in silence
The house was filled with gloom.
Then the telegram came to tell them
Their son had been lost at sea
She softly said “ I told you
Stevie won't be coming home to me.”

Grandma went to mass every Sunday
where she wore on her breast with pride
The six stars for six sons fighting
For their country the whole world wide.
Only now it was five silver stars for five sons
Who would one day no longer roam
And one was a gold for the youngest
Who would never more come home.

THE GIFT by Gail P. Kay

7/11/2007

When the days seem dark and dreary
and body and soul are weary
then it is I turn and look at you;
and through my lifelong journey
your laughter and your smile
cheer my spirit and I know
it's all worthwhile.
If ever God gave gifts to man
He surely gave me you
to hold my hand!

MY WORTH by Gail P. Kay

7/11/2007

I am but a grain of sand
On the seashore
I am but a speck of dust
On the earth
I think that I am nothing,
But GOD knows my worth.

He calls me His child
And He tells me,
I will nevermore walk alone,
For His Love is always with me,
Guiding me safely Home.