Tuesday, 22 August 2017

The Race.

The watching oval. The anticipation of dynamic motion in the stillness.

Kneeling and head bowed to the monarch of Glory.
Heads up!
Eyes wide upon victory.
The intake of air focused and measured.

Take the form of the speeding cat.

An eagerness ready to explode upon the start.

The explosion.

Every divine fibre is released in a heart beat.

The battle to victory is relentless.
The mortal coil is sprung into speed.

The watching oval erupts in joy!
The stillness a distant past.

The faltering slip and a victim falls.
No time for mercy.
The race has begun.

Saturday, 19 August 2017

Candles of Joy and Sorrow

The photograph was taken by Philip Waldron. 2013. Gateacre Chapel.

May the light you hold clear your path on a road of continuous sorrows,

May the light sparkle with the joy that you hold in your heart!

May the flame warm the hearts of friends and families where they have gone cold.

May the words that are spoken over the flame rejoice in the little miracles in our lives.

May our love embrace you as you light your candle in silence

And in the silence, we share the unspoken truths.

Let these candles burn brightly forever in our lives.


I had caught the essence of my dream,
stilling the anxiety in my turbulent heart.
It cured the lingering loneliness,
making me courageously full of my being.
The universe slowed and raced into eternity.

My shaking Mind!

My eyes filled with aching sorrow,
my heart pained by a timeless guilt.
I faltered!
The essence went with the North Wind.
The colours of twilight transformed my horizon.

And there was that centurion of the Imperial Order.
It's eyes aflame with falsity and convention,
It's sword frosted with the indiscriminate innocent souls,
warped on its shattered edges!
At its feet, she lay broken.
She that flows through all those with pure thoughts of truth!
Her blindfold in the wind.......
Clutching in her hand was my dream!

My hand reached hers and I spiraled into the twilight air!
The stars swirled and rotated into a robe of dreams.
Landing squarely before the Centurion,
Its blade fell upon me!
But my dreams are blade proof as it shattered it into stardust.
I plucked his fiery eyes with an intake of my breath
and I breathed her voice of truth,
then the Centurion melted like meteorites entering the atmosphere.

And within my clasped hand was my Everdream.


Saturday, 12 August 2017


It's okay to rest. 
The world will revolve. 
The sun will still rise and set. 
The moon will show off his favourite side. 
The moon is fickle!

It's okay to rest. 
Find a piece of woodland. 
Walk off the path.
Allow your shoes to get wet. 
Allow your shoes to get dirty. 
Stand and breathe. 
breathe in the moisture.....
breathe in the sound......
breathe in this eternity that has been here before humanity. 
breathe and rest. 

It's okay to rest
because if you don't you can't play in this busy world! 

Friday, 11 August 2017

.... a minister......

They represent the invisible.
They make it real their hearts.

God speaks through them.
The divine has chosen them.

Salvation is found through knowing who we are too the fullest.

In the spirit of Jesus we find who we are in this world.


Thursday, 10 August 2017

The rising

My hand clenched into the muddy swamp.
My knees drowned in shallow water.
My body soaked in the heavy rains.
My body shattered with all the jolts and pains.
The screams are heard in every direction.

I fell flat on my face.....
the exit wound took my breath away.

It took everything away.

Let there be a resurrection!

Let there be a rising of fellowship.
Let there be a rising of a community.
Let there be a rising of cooperation.
Let there be a rising my friend.... my comrade..... my brothers and sisters!

Let there be a rising!

Fire and Fury

The divine destroyer of old! 

Those poor innocent workers.
They had no say to the king's hard heart! 

With his magic staff, he demanded religious freedom. 
With his magic staff!

Hard hearted "No!" 

This was a battle of wills. 

He didn't listen this King of Slaves. 

And God sent Fire and Fury to the innocent.