Hello Friends, It’s been a while since I wrote, because I have been working on another project. I’ll let you in on that in Just a moment… Well here we all are, sitting at home waiting for the storm to pass, waiting for the rainbow at the end of all this darkness. None of us…
Climate Change
Have we not sold our children to the highest bidder When our leaders bind themselves to business figures. When politicians wake in bed the morning after Cheating on us and all our children’s futures. We fought so hard to separate church and state But Money walks the halls of power, all in-state. Commanding all…
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.
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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…
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….
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,…
Peace On Earth
He stood on the edge of East Road, in Trench Town, Kingston, Jamaica, scanning the plot of land before him, his mind was in another place, a place of big plans, high hopes and higher ideals. Barely out of adolescence, he had returned to Jamaica with a vision; Basketball. To use this sport as a…
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,…
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