Monthly Archives: April 2017

A Time To Give Thanks

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A Time To Give Thanks 

When life offers you the chance to heal

Or the time to make amends,

Or the time to stop and start again

Or the time to call old friends.

When it brings to mind a memory

Or stirs up love within your heart,

When it captivates your spirit, soul

When great hope it does impart.

When life presents you with a time to dance

Or the time to stop and write,

Or the time to pause and sing your song

Or the chance to put things right.

When it reminds you of a time and place

Of a warm embrace, a tender kiss,

When it lifts your spirits to the heights

When it offers you a moments bliss.

When life blesses you beyond belief

Or turns the rain clouds into sun,

Or turns a failure into a great success

Or enables you, your race to run.

When it paints for you a picture

That ignites, uplifts, inspires,

When it nurtures fully mind, body, soul

When it ensures that good transpires.

Take a moment to stop and give life thanks

Take a moment to breathe in, to hear, to see

Take a moment to love, give something back

Take a moment and simply be.

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 7 October 2013 ©

Taken from the book ‘Vatem et Calamus’ written by Tracey Odessa Kane.

(Dear Roy, I think you’ve had more enough credit now, for all the quotes and lines that you lift directly from my blogs, my work and my poetry books. Give it a rest now and think for yourself! #Copyright).

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A Time to Dance

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Because some of the most beautiful poetry cannot be expressed by words alone,

God created Dance…Tracey Odessa Kane Author Poet ©.

A Time to Dance

 

Someone once said that a dance is just a conversation between two people. I love that, the picture it conjures up speaks to me in a language that I can fully appreciate and understand. Taking his partner in his arms the man is saying talk to me, express to me how you feel, explain yourself, your tenacity, your hopes and dreams, your frustrations, your pain your sorrow. Help me to understand how, why your elegance, your charm, your grace, your beauty, everything about you has captivated me, consumed me whole. And she replies just hold me close, believe in me, be strong for me, speak up for me, fight for me, trust in me, listen to me I have so much to say so much to share.

Through tender moves, then twists and turns, the conversation without audible words ebbs and flows and then rages passion fuelled. One moment filled with jealousy and contempt, the next filled with tenderness and mercy, the next with love and graciousness, then hope, anticipation, possibility.  The dance engages senses, soul, mind, heart, and spirit until that moment of complete and utter surrender where upon the two of them declare there would be no dance without you, no conversation, no need to talk. You are my reason to speak, to express who I am, why I am, everything I could ever hope to be.

Dance has always been a source of joy of fascination for me simply because of the way in which it so tentatively, so beautifully voices with timeless eloquence the body’s own language, the way in which it speaks the souls incomprehensible mind, the way it reflects the hopes and dreams and passions of the spirit within, the way it lovingly tells the great known and unknown truths of the heart. Whether that language of the body and its soul is expressed through just two or through one alone, whether that great truth of the heart is being presented by a company of dancers or by a group of young people it makes no difference. Dance speaks clearly and precisely in a way we can all understand and that is its greatest most prolific gift to us.

George Carling once said that ‘Those who dance are considered insane by those who can’t hear the music’. Yet some of the most beautiful dance in the world needs no music, needs no orchestra, no band, because the dance itself invites the great melody of the Universe to play loud enough for all to hear. And what’s more if truth be told even if the dance is interpreting the music, even is the dance is being carried along by the greatest most accomplished orchestra on earth there is no guarantee whatsoever that you will hear the music or see and comprehend the dance, or the wonderful story it deems to impart, not if you are closed to it. To see, to hear, and too partake of the dance is a personal choice we all can choose to make if we so wish.

Of all the breath-taking, edifying words/quotes on dance that have ever been written and there are many, my favourite quote comes from Friedrich Nietzsche who said these words, ‘I would only believe in a God who knows how to dance’. I wonder if he took the time to look and so believed. For our creator God is indeed a God who knows how to dance, a God who loves to dance, and a God who is the dance. We only have to look at all the beautiful, incredible, spectacular array of people (all 7 billion of them) that he created in his image the whole world through, to see how much God loves to dance . . . Dance then where ever you may be. . .

From the traditional Polynesian hula dance of Hawaii, the wide ranging tribal dances throughout the African Continent, the earliest known hand book for dance and theatre in India, the Natya Shastra and all the subsequent expressions thereof. The Chinese folk, dragon, lion dances, the Native American dances, Aboriginal dances, the dance of the Maoris, through to European ballet and folk dance. Inuit folk dance, through to South American fandango and seguidilla, to mention but a small selection!! It is, may I propose glaringly obvious and quite apparent how very much our creator God in whose image we are all created, loves to dance. Indeed I don’t think we could prevent him from dancing even if we tried, nor I surmise would we even want to! I am the Lord of the dance said he. . .

In times of war, in times of peace, in times of love, in times of loss, in times of joy, in times of despair, in times of plenty, in times of famine, in times of life, in times of death, dance has soothed, cajoled, inspired, uplifted and brought joy to us. Dance has granted us healing, offered solace, reunited, restored, made amends, and brought peace. Dance has blessed us with fun and laughter, shared our pain, warded off evil, taught us how to love, it has given us a voice, given us wings, helped our growth, our transformation, our understanding, our reason to be. But its single most life edifying, all encouraging gift of all time that dance has given us is the language of the body, of the soul of life, of the heart of life, of the spirit of life with which it allows us to communicate so intimately with one another.

Sadly as far as dance goes for a great many in society today, what inspires and uplifts and moves the Creator God, what has the potential to  edify and encourage  our growth our understanding of who we are and of why we are seems somewhat lacking and without passion or necessity in his image.

One final thought to inspire you, to get you to stop what you are doing even if only for a little while. But first just kick off your shoes, shake the wind through your hair, set down your worries and prepare yourself to dance to the ever present, ever patient melody of life, of the universe, that is waiting to bless and infill you in ways you cannot even begin to hope for or imagine. Are you ready for the thought? Good then here goes. . . Voltaire once said, ‘Let us read and let us dance, two amusements that will never do any harm to the world’. You have read and now it’s ‘A Time to Dance’. . .

What Voltaire forgot to say is that if we allow ourselves, the creator within, the child within, the unblemished spirit within, the soul within, the very heart inside us that beats in rhythm with Gods own heart, to dance , we just might unleash the life changing power of good within mankind. We just might be able to change the world for better, for every one of us man, woman and child, how amazing would that be?

Remember. . . It’s just a thought until. . . You Try It!

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 19th June 2013 ©.

(Dear Roy, I think you’ve had more enough credit now, for all the quotes and lines that you lift directly from my blogs, my work and my poetry books. Give it a rest now and think for yourself! #Copyright).

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We are what we think & see.

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We are what we think & see.

To see the world through cloud and rain

To laugh, to cry, to be strong, feel pain,

To take life easy, to take the strain,

To suffer in silence, to hope maintain.

To boldly go, to live, to dream,

To lose it all in ill-fated scheme…

To catch a rainbow, to shout to scream,

To freely give, to be unkind, mean.

To run to dance, to live with joy,

To be ever critical, to arms deploy,

To create, inspire, to break destroy,

To follow your passions, to poke, annoy.

To life we choose what we all give,

We choose the way we want to live,

We choose to love, to hate, to withhold, forgive,

We choose to let things go, each day relive.

 We choose to walk, we choose to run,

We choose to do, or to leave good deeds undone,

We choose to cuss, or to give thanks, as each day is done,

We choose to be miserable, to smile, have fun.

To each there is a purpose, a destiny,

A path to walk, a Calvary,

A book to write, our life’s story,

The sum total of which…What we think and see.

So with open eyes, mind and heart,

Be ready and willing to play your part,

Seek to live inspired, to learn, impart,

And create with your life a work of art.

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 5th August 2015 ©.

(Dear Roy, I think you’ve had more enough credit now, for all the quotes and lines that you lift directly from my blogs, my work and my poetry books. Give it a rest now and think for yourself! #Copyright).

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The Children Wonder Why

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The Children Wonder Why

Under a dirty moonless sky, the children wonder why, no-one hears them cry.

On the pavements on every street, the children underneath our feet, wonder why they have needs we will not meet.

On the swings on every park, the children cold and stark, wonder why they are left hungry in the dark.

In a bed dressed as a bride, the children who cannot hide, wonder if tonight they will survive.

On a boat that’s name is “Hope”, the children plied with drugs to dope, wonder why they are bound in slavery’s rope.

Underneath the baking sun, the children maimed so they can’t run, wonder why they have been taught to shoot a gun.

In schools throughout the land, the children who cannot understand, wonder why these lessons have been planned.

In the bucket labelled foetus, the children’s souls cry out to Jesus, wonder why life it could not greet us.

Under a tide of ecstasy, the children invisible to see, wonder why they are defiled endlessly.

Inside the mind of All The Good, the children wish they understood, wonder why waters not as thick as blood.

In a world with such potential, the children seen as non essential, wonder why they are deemed experiential.

In the books that man will write, the children for whom they did not fight, wonder why we think we got it right.

Under a cloudless, loveless sky, the children wonder why, we let all that’s Good Just Die.

 

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 12th September 2013 ©.

WGIE

This poem is taken from the book ‘When God Isn’t Enough’ 

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane and Published by Rowanvale Books 2016.

The book is available to download FREE as an E-Book or to purchase as a Paperback.

Please go to Author website for more details http://www.todessakane.org

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Faith In One

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Faith In One

 

Nobody saw that coming, not one person had any idea…

Eliab stared intently at the scene as it continued to unfold before him. As the tension grew so too did his anger. He was so immature, a boy, small, a shepherd, nothing special. He was good looking he’d give him that, but good looks don’t make a solider, nor do they win you a fight. Eliab thought that it was a joke when David started to move forward, looking like he was ready to fight, surely not…

…One stone, one single stone was all it took to slay the giant.

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 13 August 2013 ©.

Taken from the collection ‘A Hundred Words’ written by Tracey Odessa Kane.

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Do you love me?

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When they had finished eating, Jesus said to Simon Peter, “Simon son of John, do you love me more than these?”

“Yes, Lord,” he said, “you know that I love you.”

Jesus said, “Feed my lambs.”

Again Jesus said, “Simon son of John, do you love me?”

He answered, “Yes, Lord, you know that I love you.”

Jesus said, “Take care of my sheep.”

The third time he said to him, “Simon son of John, do you love me?”

Peter was hurt because Jesus asked him the third time, “Do you love me?” He said, “Lord, you know all things; you know that I love you.”

Jesus said, “Feed my sheep…  John 21 v 15-17

Do you love me?

Do you love me he whispered?

Do you love me with love that’s so true?

Do you love me with all of your heart?

Do you love me, do you love me, do you?

I see my little ones dying,

All alone, so unloved, so afraid.

I hear their cries and it hurts me so much,

This was not the purpose, for which they were made.

Please feed my sheep be a blessing,

Let them know that you truly care.

Feed my sheep grant them solace,

I gave you more than enough, so you’d share.

Do you love me he whispered?

Do you love me with all of your soul?

Do you love me with all that you are?

Do you love me, do you make love your goal?

I hear my children screaming,

For justice, for mercy, for peace.

For someone to help share their burden,

For someone to make hatred cease.

Please take care of my lambs, I implore you,

Give them refuge, then build a safe place.

Love them as I have loved you,

Furnish their lives with limitless grace.

Do you love me he whispered?

Do you love me with all of your strength?

Do you love me with all of your mind?

Do you love me, would you go to, any length?

I feel the great pain of my children,

As they try to reach out to call.

As they try to drink without water,

As they try to make sense of it all.

Please feed my sheep, be a blessing,

Open your arms, meet their need.

A small act can make a huge difference,

Start planting, some life changing seed.

Do you love me he whispered?

Do you love me with love that’s so true?

Do you love me with all of your heart?

Do you love me, do you love me, do you?

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 4 March 2008 ©.

(Dear Roy, I think you’ve had more enough credit now, for all the quotes and lines that you lift directly from my blogs and my poetry. Give it a rest now and think for yourself! #Copyright).

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He Is Risen

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…But the angel said to the women, “Do not be afraid, for I know that you are looking for Jesus, who was crucified. He is not here; He has risen, just as He said! Come, see the place where He lay. Then go quickly and tell His disciples, ‘He has risen from the dead and is going ahead of you into Galilee. There you will see Him.’ See, I have told you.”…

                                                                                                                      Mathew 28 v 5-7

He Is Risen

 

My child don’t hang your head in sorrow

Speak to your heart, the truth to her tell,

Death’s lost its power, it could not keep me

Satan’s gates didn’t hold, stand up so well.

No power had he to match my Fathers

No grounds had he to claim the earth,

No roots had he to make firm his kingdom

To man and beast he had no worth.

 

My child don’t hang your head in sorrow

Weep not for me besides an empty tomb,

Don’t look for me in deaths grave garments

Nor seek my body to reclaim, exhume.

Don’t look for me in the arms of mourners

Don’t look for me upon a cross,

Don’t look for me where you’ll never find me

I have not gone, I am not lost.

 

My child don’t hang you head in sorrow

Death lost its sting I am alive,

The way is now open to my Father

His will sufficed, His truths abide.

No schemes of man, no priests, no powers

Could perceive, contain the plan divine,

A now the Way, the Truth, the Life

Will heaven and earth once more align.

 

My child don’t hand your head in sorrow

For all these things and more, you’ll do,

I’ve seen your hearts, I know you’re potential

That’s why what I did, I did for you.

So do not fear and do not worry

Be strong, have courage, toward the prize strive,

Trust in me, know I am with you

For I Have Risen…. I Am Alive.

 

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 1 April 2010 ©.

(Dear Roy, I think you’ve had more enough credit now, for all the quotes and lines that you lift directly from my blogs and my poetry. Give it a rest now and think for yourself! #Copyright).

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Did you hear the stones cry out?

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The problem that Judas and so many others had, had with Jesus was his Kingship. You see they had long hoped for a King who would fight for them, with swords and spears, a Warrior King. A King, who would bring down Rome, with all of its oppressive ways. But Jesus was a humble King, a King who fought only with Love and Peace and Truth. He was a King of choice, of grace and of free will.

They wanted a King who reflected power and authority, a King who was born into wealth and renown, a King who wore a crown to be envied by all. But Jesus was born in a stable to a poor young unmarried mother, who had little or no status and his crown was a crown of sacrifice, of thorns, not to be envied, but to be laughed at ridiculed.

They wanted a King who dined with statesmen, a King who was friends with the rich, the educated, the famous, and the powerful. But Jesus was a King who ate with tax collectors, who befriended prostitutes, who spent time with the lowest of low.

They wanted a King who would save himself. But Jesus was a King who wanted only to save others.

They wanted a King…They got the prince of peace.

They wanted a King… They got a Saviour.

They wanted a King…But they didn’t recognise him when he arrived and so they felt betrayed.

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 2 March 2009 ©. 

 

Did you hear the stones cry out?

 

Did you hear the stones all cry out?

When our shame had stolen our voice,

When we kept our heads hung low

And we named Barabbas as our choice.

 

Did you hear the stones all cry out?

When our silence said it all,

When Pontius Pilate washed his hands

And we stood by the sin that caused our fall.

 

Did you hear the stones all cry out?

When our guilt shunned innocence,

When we watched them tear his flesh apart

Because he would not cry out in his own defence.

 

Did you hear the stones all cry out?

When our anger made us ask,

If you are truly who you day you are

Then smite them like we asked.

 

Did you hear the stones all cry out?

Because you we closed our eyes and turned away,

Because we held each soldiers coat

Accepted the coins they threw our way.

 

Did you hear the stones all cry out?

When we gazed up on the Son of Man,

Who we could no longer even recognise

He was our God, He is I Am.

 

Did you hear the stones all cry out?

As we hid our face in shame,

When the realisation dawned upon us

That things would never be the same.

 

Did you hear the stones all cry out?

As we bowed our head and cried,

When they drove in the nails deep

And we faced the fullness of our pride.

 

Did you hear the stones all cry out?

As we fully recognised,

That the one hanging there before us

Was God’s beloved, life’s greatest prize.

 

Did you hear the stones all cry out?

As we listened to his voice,

Please forgive them Father he asked

Of all he could have asked for, that was his choice!

 

Did you hear the stones all cry out?

As he took his final breath,

As he closed eyes for the last time

Did our hearts not suddenly feel bereft?

 

Did you hear the stones all cry out?

When our disbelief kept our mouths closed,

Did you hear the stones all crying out

Because of all the goats, dressed in sheep’s clothes.

 

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 1 April 2014 ©.

(Dear Roy, I think you’ve had more enough credit now, for all the quotes and lines that you lift directly from my blogs and my poetry. Give it a rest now and think for yourself! #Copyright).

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Then the earth fell silent.

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The Death of Jesus

At noon, darkness came over the whole land until three in the afternoon. And at three in the afternoon Jesus cried out in a loud voice, “Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani?” (which means “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”).

When some of those standing near heard this, they said, “Listen, he’s calling Elijah.”

Someone ran, filled a sponge with wine vinegar, put it on a staff, and offered it to Jesus to drink. “Now leave him alone. Let’s see if Elijah comes to take him down,” he said.

With a loud cry, Jesus breathed his last.

The curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom. And when the centurion, who stood there in front of Jesus, saw how he died, he said, “Surely this man was the Son of God!”  Mark 15 v 33-38 NIV.

 

Then the earth fell silent.

Then the earth fell silent, not a mutter, not a sigh could be heard,

Not a quiet sound or a whisper, it was silent’s, silent, I know that sounds absurd.

And the wind in the tree’s held its breath and the sun quickly gathered her rays,

And the lilies in the field tucked their petals in tight, and the clouds darkened, the birds flew away.

For man had reached the lowest of low, he had done the most heinous of things,

He had taken the life of an innocent man, murdered the prince, the true King of Kings.

Oh why, oh why did you do it? My heart sank, yet I was part of it too,

For the sin and the lies and the evil, had washed me and was part of me through and through.

He looked like a new babe in arms, as he hung there all battered and bruised,

Such love and passion filled his eyes, like a parent when the school race you lose.

Forgive them Father he said, for they know not what they do,

Look at them and have mercy on them, I’ve seen the truth and they are ready it’s true.

All the work that I’ve done they’ll continue, all the words that I spoke they’ll repeat,

All the things that I did they will do, they will serve both the strong and the weak.

Forgive them Father he whispered, there’s good in them truly there is,

Forgive them they misunderstood, at that moment in time they still acted as his.

Then the earth fell silent, not a mutter, not a sigh could you hear,

Yet somehow you knew that it had now finished, and the way had at last been made clear.

And the wind in the tree’s held its breath, and the sun quickly gathered her rays,

It was then; right then that it happened, Jesus was recognised and then he was praised.

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 27 July 2007 ©.

(Dear Roy, I think you’ve had more enough credit now, for all the quotes and lines that you lift directly from my blogs and my poetry. Give it a rest now and think for yourself! #Copyright).

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If you would like to know more about my books, or if you would like to book a talk or a poetry reading, or to discuss any of my work further then please feel free to email me at tokane13books@gmail.com I would sincerely love to hear from you.

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Thursday’s Child.

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Thursday’s Child.

 

Thursday’s child had far to go

So the story had long been foretold,

For this child would go to the ends of the earth

For a treasure, that to him, was more precious than gold.

 

I was completely overwhelmed that night

By the love that I felt in my heart,

As I took the bowl and the towel

I was ready for the lesson to start.

 

Kneeling there at their feet

Felt like the most intimate thing I had done,

I was their Father and they were my children

But I was also their Saviour, Man’s Son.

 

They did not understand the true meaning

Didn’t get why I did what I did,

But I knew that sooner or later

They’d understand that’s what sacrifice is.

 

I could have wept for a whole host of reasons

Not least for the love in their eyes,

Such love that I’d take to the cross

Such love, now eternity’s prize.

 

Thursday’s child had far to go

So the story had long been foretold,

For this child would go to the ends of the earth

For a treasure, that to him, was more precious than gold.

 

I wasn’t sure if they were yet ready

To be left on their own in this way,

I still had so much left to tell them

My whole being was longing to stay.

 

But I had to do, what I came here to do

And now was the time and the place,

I was the Lord of the dance and the band played my tune

I had to cease this day, run my race.

 

When I lifted the bread up before me

And explained the part it would play,

I saw such sadness fill their souls

As they questioned “Can we truly remember this way?”

 

Taking the cup was one step too many

I saw them reel at the thought of my blood,

Their hearts fell like lead had been added

To remember would be hard at first, but they would.

 

Thursday’s child had far to go

So the story had long been foretold,

For this child would go to the ends of the earth

For a treasure, that to him, was more precious than gold.

 

It was so silent there in the garden

As I began confronting my fears,

As I contemplated the events yet to come

As I fought off, my doubts and my tears.

 

I was angry when I found them all sleeping

How could they do this to me?

I needed them now more than ever

But it seems they were too blind to see.

 

As I went back to pray to my Father

My fears came crashing in all around,

And the tears that I’d held deep inside

Were now gushing, yet making no sound.

 

Please take this cup from me Father

I couldn’t hold in, what I now felt,

I couldn’t see how I could go through it

So I implored him right there as I knelt.

 

And as the tears, sweat and blood ran so freely

I took hold of my senses my heart,

It was then that I said to my Father

Not my will, I shall play my part.

 

Thursday’s child had far to go

So the story had long been foretold,

For this child would go to the ends of the earth

For a treasure, that to him, was more precious than gold.

 

It hurt me so much when he kissed me

But I knew that it had to be done,

I knew that he too had his own part to play

And that he too, was an obedient son.

 

I could feel the pain in their hearts

As they lead me away from their sight,

As they tried to understand for the last time

That sword’s do not win you the fight.

 

Protect them Father I whispered

Give them courage to follow the dance,

Let their strength come directly from you

Help them give love, a real fighting chance.

 

I can’t say any more at this moment

For Thursday is all but through, it’s over and done,

And I still have so far yet to travel

And there is still the last battle to be won.

 

Thursday’s child had far to go

So the story had long been foretold,

For this child would go to the ends of the earth

For a treasure, that to him, was more precious than gold.

 

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 2nd March 2009 ©.

WGIE

This poem is taken from the book ‘When God Isn’t Enough’ 

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane and Published by Rowanvale Books 2016.

The book is available to download FREE as an E-Book or to purchase as a Paperback.

Please go to Author website for more details http://www.todessakane.org

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