17 Monday Aug 2020
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Fishing, sinking, flailing, drowning
Blustering, flustering, arguing, clowning
Sometimes trusting, oft with a lurch –
On this rock Christ builds his church.
Setting out with Christ to walk his way
Recognising that our faith can sway,
Devoted to grow and serve and search –
On this rock Christ builds his church.
Some keys and a rooster tell Peter’s story
Seems stars and mud lead him to glory
On all of this does our pilgrimage perch
For on this rock Christ builds his church.
(c) Dennis Ryle 2020
10 Monday Aug 2020
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She came asking for help, I don’t know why
she thought the Boss would turn and meekly comply
He needed a break, so we had come far away
To this place we could hide and have some rest and some play.
She shouted and clamoured and broke through our line.
We’re not really bodyguards and she refused to decline.
We plead with the Boss to send her forthwith.
He agreed telling her, “I’m not for you; it’s my own that I’m with.”
“Evenso,” cried she, “I’m hanging about.
Any leftovers there are, I claim – don’t you doubt!”
The Boss looked astounded, and turned with a grin.
“Take what you need. And, boys? See how she’s not out, but in!”
(c) Dennis Ryle
03 Monday Aug 2020
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My Dad knew a bloke who could teach me to swim
My seven year self set off feeling grim
This whole new experience filled me with doubt
Nevertheless, togs and towel after school I set out.
The Port Canal was the place where we mustered
A small group of kids and a bloke where we clustered
He had a harness and a long bit of rope
One waited one’s turn ‘twixt dread and hope.
My turn came and I stood full of fear
“When I say ‘Now’ just jump off the pier.”
Counterphobic me, I failed to wait.
I jumped right in and encountered my fate.
The rope was slack and I sank right down
I spluttered and splashed thinking I might drown
The bloke hauled me in saying, “Too quick, young man,
Learn to trust directions if you possibly can.”
I read of Peter getting out of the boat
Walking on water! Better than afloat!
The Christ had summoned him, had called him ahead
Peter started out well, then sank full of dread.
Christ hauled him in asking “Where’s your trust?”
Your transformation means risks are a must.
Risks on your own are a pattern to avoid
Keep your focus on me and you’ll always be buoyed.”
(c) 2020 Dennis Ryle
