Who can stand


I stand before the cross of Christ
Or… no, I can’t. I have no right.
I have no right to stand here, free
When he, the holy one, has died – for me!

I bow before the cross of Christ
And weep
And weep
And weep my thanks

His blood poured out in love for me
His body hanging on that tree
It leaves me with nothing
Nothing to say except
Thank you
And I’m sorry
And thank you.

What else can I say

The King of Kings is Coming

Here’s a poem I wrote one December after a stressful Christmas Eve shopping trip.

work in progress

The King of Kings is coming
I’m off to buy a tree
and baubles and some tinsel
and some yummy things for tea

The King of Kings is coming
I must get the presents wrapped
Nice perfume for Aunt Mabel
Turkey Whiskas for the cat

The King of Kings is coming
Have I bought enough mince pies?
The shops are closed for one whole day!
Will we have enough supplies?

The King of Kings is coming
It’s time to celebrate
So get one more drink down you
Becaush it’s Chrishmash, mate

The King of Kings is coming
He’s knocking, can’t you hear?
Oh shush, I want to watch this film,
Let’s pretend that we’re not here.

© Meirav M. 2000

(Yes, I wrote this back in December 2000.)

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yes, real

I just wrote a poem about online friendships. In tears.

work in progress

they tell me it’s not real
they say these friendships aren’t the same as
face to face,
meeting for coffee, being in
the same
physical location

and yet
these tears I cry today are real
as are you, the friend who has just…

it is easier to vanish
in the online world

and I will probably never know
what happened
and you, my friend
will never know
what a very real hole you left
in my heart

I wish you well, and I will miss you.

© Meirav M. 2016

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thoughts on waking up today

I wake up and you are there

how else would I cope
how would I get through this time of year
you know about the SAD, Lord
the daylight hours are so few right now
and seasonal depression tries so hard to drag me down

life feels so much harder
the to do list feels like a mountain to climb
I get discouraged when I think of
all that I haven’t done
all that I need to get done
and the daylight hours being so few right now

but waking up with all those thoughts and feelings
I know I’m not alone
I wake up knowing that you’re there
and that you love me

how else would I cope
© Meirav M. 2015

I awake, and I am still with you.


He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High
will abide in the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say to the Lord, “My refuge and my fortress,
my God, in whom I trust.”