It wasn’t your fault
that when you were three
bullets fell like rain
and blood ran down the road
flooding streets with pain
of a war nobody wanted
Keep moving
Category: Being Human
Refugee (World Refugee Day)
Do you really think
that when they leave
their bullet riddled homes
they really believe in a world
that cares
if they live
or die
on the journey
Somewhere?
Questions, Answers and the Stories in Between
Questions, Answers and the Stories in Between “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’ Matthew 25:40 An exploration of ‘The Good Samaritan’ story from Luke 10:25-37. Questions, we have them; identity questions, morality questions, existential…
When?
‘I refuse to accept the view that mankind is so tragically bound to the starless midnight of racism and war that the bright daybreak of peace and brotherhood can never become a reality… …I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word.’ MLK When? When you’ve lived flinching the scrape of…
Called.
Called. ‘When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is mankind that you are mindful of them, human beings that you care for them? You have made them a little lower than the angels and crowned them with glory and honour. You made…
Loved.
Loved. ‘Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love.’ 1 John 4:8 ‘We love because he first loved us’ 1 John 4:19 ‘love one another as I have loved you’ John 13:34 Read: Genesis 1:26-28 and 2:18-24 Some sickness is easy to diagnose, like blotches on skin or a fevered brow. …
Dust and Breath
‘Dust and Breath’ ‘The Spirit of God has made me; the breath of the Almighty gives me life’Job 33:4 Read Genesis 2:7 and Job 33:4 Standing on the edge of our own mortality can be the strangest place to be. Yet it is a place every one of us will stand one day. Every…
Letting Go
In fear, in stress, in “I’ll show you” In fetal ball my heart curls closed Like my fist All clenched tight All knuckled white Primed for self defence Primed for emptiness Letting go is lighter Letting go is braver Letting go is opening, Opening hand and heart Opening to the possibility that control is not…
Beauty Loves the Beast
I decided to post something a little different this month; A little work of fiction, with a hint perhaps of non fiction… ‘People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed and redeemed; never throw out anyone.’ …
I See You.
I pulled the car out of the white-water rush of traffic, parked and jumped out. I was in search of last minute potatoes in the middle of down town Kingston rush hour. Traffic fumes assaulted the senses at every turn, traffic noise beat at ear drums, a cacophony of chaos. The small street stall had…
‘Love Is As Love Does…’
Laughter fills the air in our kids club birthday celebrations, laughter, shouting, energetic glee, all seasoned with a pinch of mayhem and a cup full of chaos. Every child gets cake, every birthday-child gets a gift, and every leader get exhausted. It was just after one of these crazy birthday programmes that Kelecia (one of…
“So Can God Save Your Life?”
“We run the place yu know” said the gunman, casually revealing his semi-automatic weapon. The midnight air (pregnant with tension and the smell of weed) wrapped darkness around both he and my husband on the deserted road leading down into Majesty Gardens. David drew a breath, “Actually, God runs the place” he said calmly, his…
The Light In Our Eyes
Seconds, minutes, hours, days… all wound up in moments of time. Thousands of these moments thread through our lives, entering and leaving, unremarkable, unnoticed, and later unremembered. But not all moments are lost in this way, some moments etch themselves into minds forever, carving themselves into the walls of our consciousness, returning again and again,…
Imperfectly, Beautiful, Messy, Wonderful
There is a castle in my daughters bedroom towering over her toys. This castle began as a modest cardboard soy milk crate when my daughter was four years old and over the next four years was added to, and added to until it became a palatial expanse with cream painted walls and gold topped turrets;…
Human Eyes
A single moment passes so quickly, yet can change a life forever. I was in the back seat of our family car. I watched the world from here a lot in my early years. I used to love long car rides, the passing scenery mingling with my day-dreams, the open Australian sky, presiding over cities,…
A Small Corner in the Sun
One of the places I love most in all the world is here in Jamaica, in the small corner in the sun where the river meets the sea at Frenchman’s Cove. This is a place awash with memories of family moments. It is also the place where my four year old son first learned to…
The Human Moment
I looked out my kitchen window. My daughter was in the front drive perched in an unsteady lean on her bicycle, one foot planted on the ground, the other on the peddle. She was talking with Alex, the young man who sometimes worked in our yard. He stooped down as he listened to her soft…
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