More haikus, in alphabetical order

Aftermath prayer

God, I’m bruised from weeks

Of snot, fever, and no sleep.

Slowly, life settles.

Cameron on his phone

Sophisticated.

Pause. Bossy: ‘I’m afraid so.’  

Then: ‘Ok cheers bye.’

Crayons

So versatile! They

Write on windows and floors and

They are edible!

Dish cloths and dreams

At teatime today  

Lawrence of Arabia

Graced us with himself.

Sandpit

Sunday pseudo-beach

Shade. Quiet, in his nappy,

Happy, just playing.

Scott, you’re ONE!

We celebrate you!

Despite your raging fever

We eat ice-cream cake.

Sincerity

‘Dad, do you think you’ll

Manage or can I help you?’

He’s getting so big.

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Praise the Lord!

Let all that I am praise the Lord.
I will praise the Lord as long as I live.
I will sing praises to my God with my dying breath.

Don’t put your confidence in powerful people;
there is no help for you there.
When they breathe their last, they return to the earth,
and all their plans die with them.
But joyful are those who have the God of Israel as their helper,
whose hope is in the Lord their God.
He made heaven and earth,
the sea, and everything in them.
He keeps every promise forever.
He gives justice to the oppressed
and food to the hungry.
The Lord frees the prisoners.
The Lord opens the eyes of the blind.
The Lord lifts up those who are weighed down.
The Lord loves the godly.
The Lord protects the foreigners among us.
He cares for the orphans and widows,
but he frustrates the plans of the wicked.

The Lord will reign forever.
He will be your God, O Jerusalem, throughout the generations.

Praise the Lord! – Psalm 146