My Resting Place~20 March 2015


Teach my soul Your Wisdom Lord
And make me rich indeed
Not of silver nor of gold,
Ill-gotten gain by greed.

Not by power
nor by might,
But in Your Spirit dwell.

And may my tongue
rest in Your Peace
My actions, thoughts as well.

My feet with joy to walk O Lord
Along Your Holy Way
My spirit’s joy redeeming time,
Just living day by day.

Though I am poor in this world
Nor fame or fortune have.
Yet in Your hand I shall remain

Written 12 May 2004, by R.G. Fowler of Blessed Memory (Meridel’s Younger Brother)


My Resting Place~22 August 2014

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Pilgrims’ Path

With my staff to share my load
My quest, is my constant goad

And joy my Pilgrims’ Path.

Though sometimes I feel faint,
I look forward with all joy to rest.
A higher calling than my flesh
That earthly ear can hear,
Is ever calling to me with love
To draw closer, draws me near.

Closer still by this path, pilgrim weary worn
A path my flesh would have chosen last,

Nor turning back if eye can only see
The next step ahead with certain clarity.

I have learned to trust the loving whisper.
Courage friend, for I am near
Even down life’s troubled path
Even through your troubled years.

                                                                Right dowh to the trails end
                                                               And even beyond your earthly cares,
                                                              Still, I am with you friend.

Written 06 April 2003 by R.G. Fowler of Blessed Memory (Meridel’s Younger Brother)

My Resting Place~14 August 2014

The Hills of Benjamin (Click Picture to Enlarge)

For the past weeks we have been inundated with an array of emotions. People have felt sorrow, anger, hate, fear, hopelessness, mistrust, and on and on.

War~and we are in a war~is an ugly thing. It robs us of our loved ones, our lives, our humanity. In reality there can be no true winners because everyone suffers, everyone loses someone or something dear to them, things that will never be replaced.

What can be done?

What can be said?

Everything and nothing…

Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding.
In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths…Proverbs 3:5-6 (KJV)

For the Lord shall comfort Zion: He will comfort all her waste places; 
and He will make her wilderness like Eden, and her desert like the garden of the Lord;
joy and gladness shall be found therein, thanksgiving, and the voice of melody….Isaiah 51:3 (KJV)

No matter where in the world you are, and especially here in Israel, these words ring true and those with faith (and even those who claim to have none) can hold on to them, because God knows what the outcome will be, and for those who trust and believe in Him~well, we also know how it ends…
My Heart
 My heart does ache,
Please Dear Lord do not forsake.
Lest my should perish because of pride,
Oh dear Lord in me abide.
Search me Lord I cannot hide.
You know my ways and my thoughts,
In the end when day is done.
Forgive me Lord what I’ve left undone.
All the things I should’ve done,
All the things I meant to do.
Lord forgive me it’s all too true,
I’ve been weak obeying you.

…Written 03 December 2002, by R.G. Fowler of Blessed Memory (Meridel’s Younger Brother)

My Resting Place~03 July 2014


I Want To Live…

I want to live.

Not die a little every day,
From Hoplessness, the worlds way.

The Grey’s of compromise becomming clear,
Show the Darkest colour here.

And everywhere just now,
The brightest  mind to bend and bow,
To suppose what if somehow,
He really be?

Our time is running out.
Desperate steps to get us out.

A loving Father’s comfort near,
Whisper gently in our ear
I AM !
…Written in 1986 by R.G. Fowler of Blessed Memory (Meridel’s Younger Brother)

My Resting Place~27 June 2014

 I have sought some consolation,
Through remorse and bitter tears,
The weight my shoulders had to bear,
Through all these many years.
Bound by shackles forged by fear,
No mortal tool could break.
Just who or what could make it stop,
Could from this Dream me wake?
Light headed joy I hope to find
As new wine glads the soul.
Judgement from the scales declare
All my parts made whole.
…Written 31 March 1985 by RG Fowler of  Blessed Memory (Meridel’s Younger Brother)

My Resting Place…19 June 2014

Over Shadow Me
When all of my oppressors
Are more than I can bear.
Or when I am broken
Hope forsaken
Without a prayer.
Over Shadow Me.

When the ones
That called me friend,
All have left me in the end.
Or if I in deep despair
With only troubles left to wear.
Even in my defeats
Humiliation and conceits.
Over Shadow Me.

When the Joy 
Of victories I find.
Please don’t let them
Leave me blind
And stalled here in the way.
Please don’t let
The moment pass.
Over Shadow Me.

…Written 1978 by RG Fowler of Blessed Memory (Meridel’s Younger Brother)