Waxpoetical: Copyright- Cecilia Skudder
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Cecilia Skudder is a published author of poetry. She writes about her life and experiences and also about matters relating to Christianity and Christian teachings.
An accomplished wife, mother, grandmother. She is married to Bob. She has two children and three grandchildren.
Cecilia retired a few years ago from a lifetime career in Nursing. The last half of her career focussed on the care for terminally ill patients, as a Macmillan Nurse Specialist.
Please read and enjoy her views on life, love and everything!
Wretch? …Not Me
There is a wonderful hymn by the name of ‘Amazing Grace.’
The beautiful words and music, tell of wonder taking place.
The realisation dawns, that the living loving Lord,
forgives our misdemeanours, though our sins they are deplored.
If we repent and ask, reconciliation will be found!
How wonderful this fact, never failing to astound.
Yet the author in his lyrics, felt a wretch beyond all words,
to the world beyond contempt, but this thought it just disturbs.
Never in God’s eyes, would He view us with disdain.
He created us all equal, He’s always made this plain.
No matter how low we fall, His hand is there outstretched.
‘Tis sad that disbelievers, consider this far-fetched.
If only they could see, His love is there for all!
Regardless of who we are, He’s awaiting us to call. Cjs.
Waxpoetical .....
Wax Poetical website is a collection of Christian musings on the problems of today
AD or PC
In these years of Our Lord, some Authorities have decreed
that certain courses of action, cannot be agreed!
Is it Politically Correct, that’s the terminology.
No matter the way of Christ, if conflicting it does be!
Recently a friend awaiting, the results of examination,
received an official letter, ‘you’ve achieved’ the notification.
But reading further on, of exactly what was in doubt!
Not allowed to state ‘you failed,’ ‘twas not PC to spell it out!
Phoned she for an answer, yes indeed she’d truly passed!
But she never would have guessed, unless the College she had asked!
One question on the paper, posed.. “there’s an object on the stairs.”
Do you remove or leave it, risking disapproving glares?
The PC answer was leave it! The caretaker must be found!
But possibly by then, someone could 've tumbled to the ground!
Safety is paramount, so ‘twould be dependent on the size,
and using common sense, was both sensible and wise.
Jesus tells us always, to care for everyone,
for what we do for others, unto Him we have this done!
Removing obstacles in our path, thus heeding the safety rule,
shows care for all the children and others in the school.
We owe Christ our allegiance, must do things in His way,
and stand up for His teachings, whatever ‘Man- Made’ decisions do say. Cjs
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Straining at Gnats
Jesus always told us, that we must follow in His way,
that actions have a consequence, so for guidance we must pray.
Life has complications, even the so-called simplest things.
Each person has ideas, and confusion this often brings.
Being so concerned, with the minutiae all the time,
could lead to loss of sight, of a far far greater crime.
Straining at mere gnats, yet swallowing camels wholesale,
even with good intentions, means as Christians we will fail.
Some balk at killing a spider, an insect or a fly,
yet accept an unborn baby, is not wanted so must die!
No one to speak for the child, stating its only an embryo,
yet recognisable as a human, so into a carrot will not grow!
Women baying for death, for the child must not be born,
and on any who disagree, heaping insult and sheer scorn.
YET a chimp deserves some rights, and working for this end,
to the European Court of Rights, some a petition will send!
Has the world no heart, a monkey before a child?
Jesus warned us all, is our integrity now defiled?
Of course there is no God, derisory voices insist,
and religion has no place , this Jesus did not exist.
But Christ was truly born, in the annals of history is found,
and we that believe in Him, by His Truth are forever bound. Cjs.
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The Mists That Are Memories
We think we will remember, with clarity and truth,
all the things that happened, in our past and distant youth.
Yet as the years go by, mists do seem to fall,
and the facts are oft distorted, and harder to recall.
Some though do stand out, as if immortalised in stone,
with everything so clear, the clouds miraculously flown.
Some may be so happy like the birthdays full of fun.
Others just bring pain, like when grief did overcome.
The smell of freesia flowers, reminds me of the time,
as a child I suffered illness, of recovery little sign.
Barely four years old, so still….so near to death,
so mother placed the flowers, and waited with baited breath.
I was suddenly aware, of the fragrance and I woke,
and smiled at my dear mother, in whom tears it did evoke.
Sixty years have passed, and mother with it too.
But freesia flower perfume, the recollection does renew
The love mother had for child, and the prayers she did implore,
and the faith she had in God, earned her heaven I am sure. Cjs.
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