Stop!

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Alan Heeley

STOP!​


STOP! said the Cheshire Cat*
Grinning from ear to ear,
Your season has come to an end
There are saints waiting in the wings,
You’ve run your leg and it’s time
To hand the batten on,
Why rob others of blessings
Just trying to cling on?
With hand full of yesterday’s chores, how can you receive the things Gods has for you?
The cat began to fade away til only the smile was left
It was then I realised
This vision, or was it a dream,
Was telling me to slow down, quit!
As others need to be running the next leg
As for me, I’ll withdraw gracefully
And as Moses did, pray for the battle from the hill top.

TIL only my smile remains
TIL I see Jesus face to face!


*Cheshire cat, the image taken from ‘Alice in Wonderland’
 
Alan Heeley said:

STOP!​


STOP! said the Cheshire Cat*
Grinning from ear to ear,
Your season has come to an end
There are saints waiting in the wings,
You’ve run your leg and it’s time
To hand the batten on,
Why rob others of blessings
Just trying to cling on?
With hand full of yesterday’s chores, how can you receive the things Gods has for you?
The cat began to fade away til only the smile was left
It was then I realised
This vision, or was it a dream,
Was telling me to slow down, quit!
As others need to be running the next leg
As for me, I’ll withdraw gracefully
And as Moses did, pray for the battle from the hill top.

TIL only my smile remains
TIL I see Jesus face to face!


*Cheshire cat, the image taken from ‘Alice in Wonderland’
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That's one of the problems with aging--at some point, we have to turn things over to the young'uns, and that's tough because we know how to do things so much better. However, we learned what we know from our mistakes, and we owe it to them to give them their shot at making their own mistakes.
 
Hello Alan;

I re-read your poem and there is something about the wording and expressions you use. Are you in the heart of Wales, England or Scotland?

When did you start writing poetry? Did you compose lyrics to songs? What influenced you?

God bless you, brother.
 
I live in a small village about 40 miles into the North Coast of Wales(check out Gronant on the map) we retired here ten half years ago
It was after attending a ‘camps farthest out’ camp that I started scribbling, back in the 80s not until the revelation of I phones did I start keeping them in one place (over 700 bits written down so the count on the phone tells me) not all gems but keeps me out of mischief

Inspiration comes anywhere
Sat watching garden birds
Listening to sermons overhearing snippets of conversations
Waking up in the middle of the night singing in my mind hymns
Visions , or at my age dreams
I never sit and decide to write they mostly start with a line a picture an itch that needs to be scratched.
I’m the only member of my immediate family that is not musically gifted in performance and competition that is a gift that sadly passed me by

Strangely though a lot of my poems are not shared with my family
And except for about ten friends at church and this forum they remain gathering dust stored on ’I cloud’

Never been top of the class in English also being dyslexic the purest cringe with my style and delivery
But that’s me,
A grumpy grandpa who loves Jesus and sees the world through different eyes
 
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