A DIFFICULT TOPIC TO ADDRESS

Good afternonon

Today I’m going to touch on an important, albeit possibly controversial, topic which has been on my heart for some time.

I’m so sick and tired of the father of lies subverting all that is good that God Our Father created and turning people away from seeing the beauty in God’s creation. Enough is enough. Satan has been manipulating humankind to disobey God’s laws since the Garden of Eden and I’m now on a mission to start taking back a smidgen of what I do believe has been stolen from us. Words may not seem like much to get myself into a knot about but there’s this:

John, Chapter One: Verses 1-5 (KJV)

1 In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
2 The same was in the beginning with God.
3 All things were made by him; and without him was not any thing made that was made.
4 In him was life; and the life was the light of men.
5 And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.

Therefore, I’ll start with using a word or two in the original meaning, symbols and shapes too. Hopefully, the momentum will grow from there. This defeated foe will NOT succeed in his subversion quest of us anymore, if I have anything to do with it. I may only be one minute voice but it’s a start – that journey of a thousand miles starts with the first step.

In my poem for the day, I touch on spirals (twirls and whirls) which exist everywhere in nature. Many of these are known as Fibonacci sequences - branching of trees, arrangement of leaves on a stem, flowering of artichokes, and spiral arrangement of seeds. This spiral was usurped by those who commit the most heinous of crimes against children. Although the perpetrators disgust me and I am aware of this perversion of God's work, I refuse to avoid its use in a natural or Godly manner. It's time to take back our happiness and Godly love. Millstones, even if proverbial in this day and age, await those who commit evil against these little ones.

Then there’s the word ‘gay' which appears to have originated in the 12th century from the old French word, ‘gai’ which means happy, carefree, full of joy or mirth. Wherever I can, I will use this word in its original context. In fact, although it is surmised that the homosexual use of the word began in the underground early in the 20th century, in the 1957 West Side Story, the song “I Feel Pretty” uses the word gay in its original context. 'Gay' in the song was later changed to 'bright' (1961, I think).

The same goes for the rainbow which is a visual representation of God’s promise to mankind. God’s rainbow has seven colours in it. The usurped one has six. I reject the six-colour rainbow in it's entirety. Only the seven-hued rainbow is God's promise.

Double Blessing (Source: Lyndsay McD)

Genesis Chapter 9:13-17 (KJV)

13 I do set my bow in the cloud, and it shall be for a token of a covenant between me and the earth.
14 And it shall come to pass, when I bring a cloud over the earth, that the bow shall be seen in the cloud:
15 And I will remember my covenant, which is between me and you and every living creature of all flesh; and the waters shall no more become a flood to destroy all flesh.
16 And the bow shall be in the cloud; and I will look upon it, that I may remember the everlasting covenant between God and every living creature of all flesh that is upon the earth.
17 And God said unto Noah, This is the token of the covenant, which I have established between me and all flesh that is upon the earth.

This, therefore, is my Step One on my thousand mile journey.

INDEPENDENT ME 

When you asked me why I stand so tall

When you wondered why I never fall

You didn’t expect the answer I gave

Did you?

Well, tall has nothing to do with height

And fall often means taking wrong over right

So here I am living as I wish to live

Independently

When I gaily danced through the colours I’d seen

The violet, orange, yellow, indigo, red, blue and green

You didn’t expect my en pointe and plié

Did you?

Well, twirls and whirls are God’s gift to us all

No matter who tries to turn our lives into pall

So here I am living as I wish to live

Independently

When I got myself right out of that bind

When I first said ‘No’ and then changed my mind

You didn’t expect that behaviour

Did you?

If I don’t take charge and fulfil my own pledge

How will I ever survive at the edge?

So here I am living as I wish to live

Independently

My photograph to accompany my poem is my tiny, independent mother who was a small plane pilot and, with my father, a South African Champion Ballroom dancer. As small as she was, she was a giant of a woman, who lived her life to the fullest. She married the love of her life and they raised five independent children. When all of us were in school and she had time on her hands, she began an art career. She excelled at it, as we all knew that she would. From the quality of her pottery, her copper art pictures to her oil paintings, she was truly a master craftsman. Sadly, she never saw the value in her art and only did it to give away as gifts or as adornment of somewhere in our house.

If anyone epitomised the original 1957 lyrics of the song ‘I Feel Pretty’ - “I feel pretty, and witty and gay/And I pity/Any girl who isn't me today” - it was my beautiful mother.

Marjorie Keith Lyon (1940s) [Source: Own Photograph]