Recording Life Seasons

In my writing and art I endeavor to capture the seasons of life.

The season of our lives changes as we move through life and experience all it means to be human. Whether I am writing a story, a novel or a simple poem, I endeavour to capture the essence of who we are, where we come from, and to whom we belong. In my art work it is the cycle of life and the changes in the yearly seasons I seek to capture.








There Is a Season

To everything there is a season,

A time for every purpose under heaven,

A time to be born,

And a time to die,

A time to plant,

Amd a time to pluck what is planted,

A time to kill,

And a time to heal,

A time to break down,

And a time to build up,

A time to weep,

And a time to laugh,

A time to mourn,

And a time to dance,

A time to cast stones,

And a time to gather stones,

A time to embrace,

And a time to refrain from embracing,

A time to gain,

And a time to lose,

A time to keep,

And a time to throw away,

A time to tear,

And a time to sew,

A time to keep slience,

And a time to speak,

A time to love,

And a time to hate,

A time of war,

And a time of peace.



Ecclesiastes 3: 1 - 8

Saturday, April 24, 2010

WAR AND REMEMBRANCE ANZAC DAY





Our sons (& daughters) never be soldiers
Our daughters (& sons) never see guns,
There are years between them,
These are the years that were hard be fought and won.

(Rob Hirst & James Moginie.)

While Remembering the sacrifice of our soldiers, Jesus the Son of God made the supreme sacrifice for us.

Identify With Him

They took him and hung him on a tree,
And he was broken to  identify with me,
His body broken just like mine,
For all the world he would be just like me,
He was powerless and overwhelmed by society,
Isn't it time I identify with him?

(c) Copywrite Debbie Chilton, 2003

From Treasured Friendships

This is one of the first poems I wrote.


Lest We Forget  
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