Author Archives: westerlygale

Touch me Lord.Touch my hands and let them bethe healing, loving, warmth of Thee.Touch my eyes that I may seethe needs in those you bring to me.Touch my feet that I may gowhere’er your leading guides me so.Touch my voice and let me saythe words that you alone create.Touch my ears that I may hearyourContinue reading “Touch me Lord”

55 years in the same boatpulling together, through life.Those times of hardship and plentyshaped you as husband and wife.Together you face the future,whatever you find it holds.For sharing the pain comes natural,as does the urge to console.You embrace each new tomorrow,with thanks for the gift of love,Cementing you both togetherboth here and in heaven above.

To fail to forgive affects each daycolours our judgement in every way,makes us all feel lonely and blue,never quite sure of what to do,takes the edge off every plan,isolates from God and man.The joy and delight we should knowseems far away and long ago,clouds the present and future too,for as we think we say andContinue reading “Forgiveness”

Thou art my rock, my guardian and my guide With thee beside me I have no need to hide. Thou art my Saviour, my Priest and King. I fear not whatever the day may bring. In thee I trust in all I say or do. Thy will be done each day my whole life through.Continue reading “My Lord”

So many things remind me of you, The times together as our friendship grew. The knowledge shared as we each showed we cared. The laughter and tears as we both shared our fears. The acceptance of life, of me, as I am, Making the most of each day that we can. I thank you forContinue reading “Thinking of You”

As family our lives are forever entwined,Together we laugh, sometimes we cry.A bond has forged, on them I can depend,Sisters, brothers, children, all friends.In knowing I am known and open can be,In acceptance and love we are all set free.My life and my love will never be the same,Enriched by my family each time theyContinue reading “They Touched Me”

A group of individualscoming together.Each uniquely differentwith one purpose,To achieve fulfillmenteach in their own way.Side by side, helping each other,combining their expertiseand wisdom.Welcoming old friendsencouraging newcomers.Enjoying each day.The wood carvers,part of the communitymaking the most of life.

My hands were filled with many things that I did precious hold,As any treasure of a King’s……..Silver, or gems or gold.The Master came and touched my hands ( the scars were in His own),And at His feet my treasures sweet fell shattered one by one.“I must have empty hands” said He,” Wherewith to work myContinue reading “The touch of His hands”

The sun is setting at close of day,twilight approaches with gentle haze,breath-taking sky over peaceful view,varying shades of golden hue,deepening stillness, quiet arrayof nature’s beauty decidedly fey. Life’s span is ending, fast flies each day,natural defences slow down, decay,love’s clearer sight perfectly blendingpatience, joy, hope,peace and thanksgiving,calmly accepting all of life’s foibles,total dependence, thus startsContinue reading “The Sun is Setting”

At the centre, the heart, is the quiet room,where one can just be, still, and not do.With old and new in harmony together,a peace and Presence available whenever.All one needs is close at hand,a chair, the window showing the land.Windswept rain clouds slowly gliding,birds flying, turning, diving.A glimpse of blue in expanse of white,calling one’sContinue reading “The Quiet Room”