With.

  With. ‘“Because the patriarchs were jealous of Joseph, they sold him as a slave into Egypt. But God was with him …’ Acts 7:9-10 ‘“The virgin will conceive and give birth to a son, and they will call him Immanuel” (which means “God with us”).’ Matthew 1:23 We don’t always see it coming, the hatred…

Vapour in Our Eyes…

What if strength isn’t real strength What if might isn’t true might? What if all the things we reach for Are just vapour in our eyes? What if success on the grand stage is failure in our core? What if wealth that you can touch is poverty in our heart? What if the small things…

Messages

  There are some days where you just need to go To let your body feel the kiss of nature To find your feet firmly on the ground To feel the dappled sunlight’s warm anointing To breath in the rich concoctions on the breeze God has left His fingerprints splashed around us The birds, the…

Babel

Babel   ‘Any intelligent fool can make things bigger, more complex, and more violent. It takes a touch of genius – and a lot of courage to move in the opposite direction.’ E.F. Schumacher I’ve heard it said that small is beautiful. But I don’t think this is a statement has often had much uptake…

Truth, Trust and Intimacy…Lost

‘Truth, Trust and Intimacy…Lost’   ‘For the word of the Lord is right and true;     he is faithful in all he does.  The Lord loves righteousness and justice;     the earth is full of his unfailing love. By the word of the Lord the heavens were made,     their starry host by the breath of his mouth….

Mary’s Heartbeat

Mary’s Heartbeat       Words written for a mother after the death of her child too soon.   Hollowed out From the inside, Arms cradling air Over a vacuum where Your heart once beat close to mine, My heart now beating out of time Missing one small beat, Disorientated by grief A grief never…

To My Mother

Your’s the first heart beat I heard Your’s the voice in foetal ears Your’s the face that my eyes sought Your’s the eyes that calmed my fear. You held me close when I first breathed  My tiny body heaving air You woke to all my frantic cries  You sang your songs, You held my tears….

Freedom and Choice.

Freedom and Choice. ‘Now choose life, so that you and your children may live and that you may love the Lord your God, listen to his voice, and hold fast to him. For the Lord is your life…’  Deuteronomy 30:19-20 Read: Genesis 2:8-17  So we have eight year olds smashing the faces of twelve year…

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…

The Road Home

Epilogue The Road Home ‘Open my eyes that I may see wonderful things in your law.’ Psalm 119:18 Read  Luke 24:13-35 There are roads sometimes that go nowhere, nowhere but away, nowhere but far from all we want to leave behind us, far from all we fear and cannot face. Wandering roads, retreating roads, roads…

Incarnation

Incarnation ‘We think of him as safe beneath the steeple, Or cosy in a crib beside the font, But he is with a million displaced people On the long road of weariness and want. For even as we sing our final carol His family is up and on that road, Fleeing the wrath of someone…

My Two Favourite Poets…

Some blogs share the work of other authors, so I thought I would follow suit this month with a little of the work of my two favourite poets…  William Blake: 18th century poet, painter and print maker… ‘To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower  Hold Infinity in…

Standing on the Heights of Things

Standing on the heights of things, Wrapt in beauty so profound, Peace and wholeness dwell unscathed, In this land I once was from. But mixed now is my every thought,  Haunted, guilty, angry, sad, For I have gone beyond this grace, and lived and breathed in other lands. Lands who live on your loose change…

Brave

There will always be those days, Those days when they fire the starting gun And you begin to fly, But your ankle twists and clips your wings and you fall with a thud to earth. Those days when you find yourself sprawled on the sidelines, blinking back hot tears while the backs of others fly…

Catching God Out

I saw you today in the still hold of a raindrop on a curled fern frond, So small But I wasn’t fooled by the size I’ve seen your same design in the Whirlpool galaxy on high Your fingerprints there, Everywhere lazily left behind, for us to find. Did you think we wouldn’t catch you out?…

Leaning Into Light

Frailty flailing in the breeze leaning, green into the light,  saturating cells with life. Flowers lean, Lean into light. Unfurling, stretching Reaching, knowing, Weather calm or gale blowing nothing nourishes growing Like leaning into Light. Flowers lean because they must Not just because they like the warmth, not for fancy or for mirth But for…

God. Is. With. Us.

Originally posted on seeingbreathingliving:
I love Christmas. The carols, the wonder, the traditions, the too-much-food-only-eaten-once-a-year. It is the time of year I most miss being with my family, the time when living over seas is most costly, not in money but in feeling, the feeling that comes when you are surrounded by those who know…

Light in the Wake of the Storm

The rain fell so hard today that the earth felt like it might wash away in one long flood of tears. But when the dark lifted and the thunder drum gave up it’s final roll, the last word belonged to the light. For in the wake of the tempest trailed a thousand fluid diamonds,  clinging fragile…

That Day, This Day, One Day… Life in the Now and Not Yet

We live in the now and the not-yet, the space where darkness and light meet, the no-mans-land between the battle-lines of the Kingdom of God and the encroaching kingdom of darkness. As the battle rages around us, sometimes we fall, sometimes we stand, but always Light is on the move, confronting darkness with never fading…

Restoring Butterflies

 A butterfly’s struggle to free itself from it’s cocooning chrysalis is difficult to watch.  It’s easy to assume that a creature so small and delicate needs help against this ‘unnecessary’ struggle.  We can be quick to reach for our well-meaning tweezers to help.  However it is through this wrestle for freedom that essential chemicals are released and circulated throughout the butterfly’s…

Loved is Your Name

Loved is your name, because loved is who you are. Though many other names than this, have scraped across your heart. This world does not always see you or recognise your name, It does not know your name because it does not know it’s own. Loved is your name, because loved is who you are….

Darkness Overwhelms Me, As Light Dresses Up For War

An hour ago the words too hideous to hear, too pitch black to say, filled the air with too much damnable darkness that I cannot see for blinding rage and cannot breath but I must fight… and darkness overwhelms me, tears corrode my face with grieving streams and my heart is all in shaking, raging…

Eyes Wide Open

One of my least favourite things in all the world is Kingston traffic, Kingston traffic heading  through crossroads at 5pm. Petrol fumes and burning oil hang on hot, humid air. Cars, buses and pedestrians flooding frustration, pushing, pressing through non-existent lines. Revving engines roar and rage, horns beat out of time to the hollering song…

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…

Here in the Now

  Three weekends ago we let go of everything and drove up into the mountains of Jamaica for an afternoon. And as the road wound its way upwards my heart unwound the layers of it’s cocoon and my lungs breathed deeply the cool mountain air; The air of presence in one moment, that moment, right…

Finding Life

Finding Life (on a walk in Holywell on our 12th wedding anniversary)   If we push through, hurry past rush by and move fast… We may miss the small things. Small things like.. Glory Wonder Grace Small things that breath life into dark and empty spaces, Hurried, harried places. Places in the heart that have…

Peace on Earth, this earth, right here beneath our feet…

Every little girl longs to be an angel. And in our yearly advent pageant they have a chance to fly, donning the white gown of hastily cut sheeting, the wreath of a sparkly tinsel halo and the cardboard wings. And they glow these angels all in white, the sparkle of the tinsel eclipsed only by…

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.’                                …

Golden Frames

My mother takes a thousand photos, many of them unremarkable as art. But art is not, I am pretty sure, why she does it. She does it because she is attempting to hold a memory, to make a moment stay longer than it otherwise would. This I fully understand. And how I have longed to…

God. Is. With. Us.

I love Christmas. The carols, the wonder, the traditions, the too-much-food-only-eaten-once-a-year. It is the time of year I most miss being with my family, the time when living over seas is most costly, not in money but in feeling, the feeling that comes when you are surrounded by those who know and love you most….