Poetry and Short Stories

THE REAL ME

I look over the edge and what do I see?

Nothing at all – waiting for me.

So where do I go when I’m sorely in need?

I turn to Jesus to find the real me.

Nanna Sally Nelson 2016

 I wrote this in Church yesterday in response to a song we were singing. 

I have stood on that Edge several times in my life since I wa 12 years old - seriously contemplating taking that final, irrevocable step - and the ONLY thing that kept me here was my faith in Jesus .

This continues to be my truth.

WHY I DON'T WRITE POETRY

I’ve never written poetry

I’ve never taken time

The lines always way too long

The words they never rhyme

The subject just don’t lend itself

To angst or sighs or love

The thoughts align  to nothing

Not down here nor above

Prose? It is much easier

My pen will write it quick

So now I will give up

On making poems tick!!!

Nanna  Sally Nelson 2016

IF YOU AIN'T GOT RELIGION, WHAT HAVE YOU GOT?

A future where religion in all its forms is outlawed. Where atheism is THE belief system – and people don’t even know it has a name ‘cause there is nothing else.

never ending knot - no beginning, no end

So why do people go on living? What is there to look forward to? Why bother being pleasant, decent, nice to others if there is no reward? or alternative?

Why bother LIVING?

no reason in sight

If this is all there is, then I have been well and truly short-changed. I would have been better off being born a cat who lives to live, or some other creature aware only of the moment – perhaps a snail. Never having to search for a home, a meal, a life – and unable to imagine better. So when I was stepped on it did not matter at all.

Gladly I declare: I belong to the Son, 

Who Belongs to the Father, Who Never Ends 

EAT MORE CAKE

 

It’s a bit unsettling to find yourself buried in a cake – especially one that is not designed to have someone, anyone, jump out of it siningin happy Birthday.

 

Obvious Question – how did I get in a cake?

OK – cake – batter..oven??..surely not, or I would not be having this little discussion in my head… thinking, thinking,.. no, not there yet.

Second Obvious Question – was that really someone else inside this cake?

Sure sounded like it. A soft moaning and shuffling from a space about a half metre away in …that direction.  Hmmm how to get to that Someone?

Of course – dig out the cake.

What to do with the pieces of cake I dig out?

Eat it I guess, anywhere else is just going to take up room. mmmm not bad, vanilla – one of my favourite – no nuts, thank goodness, the occasional white chocolate piece – how odd.

Ah Hah.. a startled gasp must mean I have scraped part of the Someone I am heading towards.

I reassure the Someone (male or female? I am not sure yet) by saying I am not going to hurt you, I am eating my way to you – another gasp of…wonder? horror? fear?  No, no I am not going to EAT you!!! just the cake.

I found the Someone, or part of the Someone– it turned out to be an elbow, thank goodness I don’t really want to think about what other part it could be.

Somone starts to dig through the cake also – we manage to touch each other.

Its some bloke!!!!!

I’m pretty sure we’ve never met. But, well, this is a pretty extreme way of getting a gal’s phone number so I guess he has nothing to do with how we got here.

Now we can communicate a bit better, we can formulate a plan of action ie how to get out of here.

Which direction? well UP is the most obvious, as who knows how far the sides might be from here and with my luck we will choose the longest distance from the edge.

 

My ’companion’ for want of a better term wants to know how I plan to get out.

My response?? EAT MORE CAKE.