It is in the silence that he is usually there, in the angel music he will ordinarily speak, but like many who wander and wonder there is an emptiness and disconnection. = Shadows of shapes where he used to be and a faint echo that which led to stability, a heavy heart hangs low, he… Continue reading Echoes in Faith
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Chains
It was on the sandy quay, rusting amongst the lobster pots and shells and tangled nets. It lay unmoving and I tried its weight, iron heavy, covering my sandy hands with golden, rust dust, and I wondered how it felt to have them tightly wound around my wrists and how I would struggle, fumble and… Continue reading Chains
Humility
Humility they say is nature’s way, and the converse a despotic state, with xenophobic policies and warring natures, creating a climate of fear. — Is God humble? Arrogant? Cruel? Was the fruit a test or a taunt? The haloed angels a health warning? The violence and retribution His? —- ‘If you have seen me you… Continue reading Humility
Grace in the Waiting
Dissolving margins take me deeper into the desolation of the soul, with each moment long, I find my life weariness increasing the hole in my thinking. ——– Tears thicken in my eyes where the sight is strained by searching, my heart is like a rock as if the spirit’s flown leaving me lurching on its… Continue reading Grace in the Waiting
The Tory Diet
I’m on a Tory diet, counting out the beans, the smallest cheapest loaf, a slice for the weans, biscuits to crunch, fill the tummy. Now there’ll be no more, worst of fears, they’ve shut the Food Bank, Oh! my dears, they’ve served us for years, dried our tears. ——- I’m on a Tory diet. Caviar… Continue reading The Tory Diet
Resurrection and Reconciliation
—— Do you love me, Peter? Feed my lambs. do you love me, Peter? Lead my sheep. Do you love me, Peter? Feed my sheep. —– He lifted up his hands and the nail holes showed clear, the scars on his forehead from the scorn of thorns, and he blessed the denial and dread in… Continue reading Resurrection and Reconciliation
Fraught Fishing
Jesus is Resurrected and appears to the fishermen. ——– The net stretched deep into the lake, the stars glistened and somewhere an owl hooted, still they worked and searched, no fish came. —— The net still hung in the water, as it tinted pink with the waking world, a fire on the beach, nothing strange,… Continue reading Fraught Fishing
The Hidden Christ.
Easter Sunday He wound his hands around the tree and watched Mary come by, He saw the others and waited. His heart broke with the tears she shed, and he stepped forward to help. She sees a gardener and he his child, and says her name. Mair. —– As a child hears the love in… Continue reading The Hidden Christ.
John 6:66
After this many disciples quit following him and did not accompany him any longer. To stay or go — He stands bewildered by their unfurling, hurled unbelief. He sees in their smouldering embered eyes A return to earthly vows, Narrowed estuaries of thought How could they not? Why believe in a man With only his… Continue reading John 6:66
Christmas, what’s the point?
The lonely are lonelier, the poor – even poorer, the weak are slowly weaker, the spoiled are so spoiled. And there is a place where you are either outside or in. And no- one asks you to enter. —– The sad are even sadder, the glad somewhat gladder, the fearful – more fearing. The workers… Continue reading Christmas, what’s the point?