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Observations Poetry

Up to Heaven

Up to Heaven

I wrote this when the father of a family I knew passed away. It was hard to see a soft quiet godly man die and yet you knew he was going to be with His Lord and Saviour. Sometimes words fail to express what is being felt inside.

Up to Heaven

I knew a man, so strong with silent features

Quite a man

He loved his own so dearly and even me

Quite a man

It’s hard to understand why God led him by the hand

Up to Heaven

But deep inside we know it was a better place to go

Up to Heaven

 

Author: Andrew Pitchford

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Observations Poetry

Time and Slumber

Time and Slumber

Time and Slumber

Time is measured by the once
but pleasure by the pound
We forsake the hour's warning tide
Sit back with men feeling warm inside

Did Christ enjoy social expense
Or sit in critique at a neighbour's fence 
His time was ours he spent it well
Used healing hands to salvation tell

Why do you slumber instead of march
Is this gratitude, limbs stiff as starch
Accept what yours, forgiveness free of charge
Heaven's transport flown, not a deathly barge

Author: Andrew Pitchford

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Observations Poetry

Spiral Jail

Spiral Jail

Spiral Jail

Cries of anguish spout forth in fear
Who can I believe?

The postman is my wife's best friend
My heartache a banker's leer
Our priest buys his VCR, our sacrifice 
My own resolutions end this January hour

So I delve into the closet for a skeleton feast
Place them in a heated age
Let loose the flow into a sculptured mould
Cool past the molten phase
F O R G I V E N
Because man is made man and not a priest 
We make mistakes from embarassed rage
So forgive us for our lives which now unfold
Trying, we're blocked by the wall amazed

SPIRAL JAIL II

My heart should be flushed, rid of doubt
Which way will I turn?

The corner store is poverty's struggle
Oceans separate blood by water
Sex becomes video's smorgasbord selection 
This home is shelter against my mortgaged soul

 

Author: Andrew Pitchford
Written: 22/11/1990 

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Family Poetry

Written for the One I Love

The One I Love

Written for the One I Love

When darkness fades
And glory shines you open your eyes and hope to find

A starling on your pillow
A valentine in your arms who nestles cheek to breast

You alight from bed to floor
Going to prepare a succulent feast as you tiptoe out the door

Content, refreshed and showered
From the house you leave with love you cleave to crack the open sky

Find a spot, a secluded one
Walk hand in hand alond silk golden sands and learn to dream

Cleanse your soles together
On salty shores reveal your souls to heavens soouthing balm

Talk becomes priceless time
When sipped between friends as a sweet chilled wine

Trust and open "Pandora's Box"
This woven basket of picnic pieces satisfies the prevalent appetite

Singing waters beckon bathers
to soak embracing all of natures reviving good cheer

Stroke the passioned stallion's mane
You fire his heart a firebox of embers, nostrils race with steam

Should one be one alone
No let them come intertwined as love's evergrowing vine

All money spent is lost
when trying to win your love my motives must be clear

The precious memories held
Will note be bought to corrode in life and bring us fear

Today we built a friendship
Intimate in detail, purest of materials, loved in conception and still real!

Author: Andrew Pitchford

Written for Cheryl for Valentines Day 1991. We won a bottle of wine when this was submitted to the local paper, the Te Awamutu Courier when they ran a Valentine Day's competition.

 

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Faith Poetry

Merely a Human Being?

This morning I was reading 2 Corinthians 5 and learning more of our Lord’s plan for us and our misconceptions of His son. It really hit me to consider how we have evaluated Christ in the same way we have considered one another. Isn’t it easy to put God in a box, convenient yet a concern.

If we truly think that the God, creator of the universe will fit in our box, either our small mindedness has lost sight of the universe or we have placed ourselves in the position of being controller of the box and thus in control of God.

In reading 2 Cor 5:15 I saw the error of our assumption. It then came home in verse 7 where the challenge of believing by faith comes home.

Lord,
Thank you for your creative love
Made me, redeemed me
Bless the name of Jesus
Called me, cleansed me

Find me and purify my heart
Not lost, ever watched
Believing in a sacrificial son
Never seeing yet convinced

One day taken Heaven bound
Final home and body found
While still here let me declare
Tent of ruin losing hair

Jesus, Saviour, maker, mine
Impacts life from the divine
God looks on His son endowed
To walk and talk, bring reconciled

For God made Christ the son
To be the offering, the only one
Wiped out our debt, our sin, my bad
Bringing us back home to Dad

:- Andrew Pitchford 30/10/2007

Great chapter! Read 2 Corinthians 5 now and be amazed.