Poems of Loving

On a Day that I Know, Four Years Ago

On a day that I know, four years ago,
I remember it all,
that afternoon call.
A five year old boy found on his own,
far from home, in the city alone.
The stuff of a nightmare.
They needed our care.

On a day that I know, four years ago,
I remember it all,
that afternoon call.
It brought to an end the stress and the fear
of times we could not interfere, 
of the system failing its duty of care,
when our only power 
was a wish and a prayer.

On a day that I know, four years ago,
I remember it all,
that afternoon call.
It led to the start of years of being part 
of a system of care with a twisted heart.
Meetings, reports, orders in court,
too much of the wrong sort of family support.

On a day that I know, four years ago,
I remember it all,
that afternoon call.
Today I can say, without any doubt,
that despite the burnout, the stress,  
the mess and the strife,
we've done the best that we could 
with our one precious life.


Choose Life!

"I have set before you Life and Death, blessing and curse.  Choose Life!"  (Deuteronomy 30, 19)
And we did. 
Four years ago, we chose the path of blessing. 
We chose Life. 
We accepted the challenge You set before us.

But before I magnify and sanctify Your great name,
before I bless You and praise You, exalt and extol You,
before I laud You and honour You, 
before I acclaim Your name, who is ever to be praised,

I just want to say,

This has been a bloody, fucking hard four years.

That’s all.

Oh yeah. Thanks.