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Poem .. The day mum died

The Day Mum died

(best read in a Scottish accent )

Away north of the border

Stirling stuff

Feels good to get away

Up at six

Setting off

Up the mountain

Follow the stream

Stop at the bridge

Welcome rest

Got my bible

Read me a psalm

Open at 91

Speak it out

Those who dwell in the shelter of the Most High

They will rest in the shadow of your wings

I will say of my God

You are my rock

You are my strength

You are my refuge

You are my fortress

In You I trust

Good stuff

Close book

Set off again

Up the hill

Follow the brook

Wind gets up

Near the top

Guess what ?

Over the brow

A fortress

Hidden from view

Well now!

Wind gets stronger

Lean against the castle walls

Start thinking

My mind starts to wonder

You come in here from the storm

Sheltered now from harm

Protected all around

You stand on solid ground

Rest for body, spirit, mind and soul


Made whole

Finding strength in family

Beautiful welcoming community

Food, warmth, healing



Grace love and fellowship



Recreating you

And a whole lot more

Worth The journey

Thank you Lord

Anyhow it’s 7am now

Good use of the hour

Breakfast calls

Spring in my step

Down the hill

Follow the brook

Past the bridge

Into the village

Knock on the door

Oh …….. hi …….. John

Just …….. had a call

So … sorry

It’s your mum...

I stand there stunned

So glad

That in the days and hours to come

God is my

f o r t r e s s

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