Shine your light in the deep well,
Where the darkness swallows me.
Dig dig down deep.
You ex-ca-vate hope and love
Buried beneath the clag.
Cloyed, cramped, clumped.
With your bare hands you dig,
You scrape away the fetid,
The thorns and the stones.
I love your unsightly face
Streaked in my ignominy,
That gore is mine. I am clean.
You make beautiful things,
Out of mud. Deliverer. Redeemer.
When you dig, dig down deeper.
Inspired by Genesis 26: 12-25
The mud in my well is……….?
Baby has cold.
Baby has a cold; watery eyes,
Staccato cough. Cough. Cough.
Baby has a cold;
Mucus covered lullabies, halt.
The night-light dim dimming in the day,
And bunny lies lonely by his head.
Baby has a cold;
Baby’s in bed. Out of bed, in my arms.
Baby cries. Red eyes, Rosie cheeks.
Shiny nose. Red nose. Crusty nose.
Baby has a cold.
I thought it a shame, as you click clicked
That you missed the warmth of a small body,
And the softest hair at his nape.
As you swipe swiped, I wanted to name you apathy, but for your self-regard.
I swallow around the tight ball
To collect blinks, a lifted chin, a
You can Like them later – or rather, you probably won’t.
Throbbing and dry.
These are the eyes,
Straining to see you,
Through the darkness.
Dimming then bright.
Those are the stars,
Splashing around you,
Wonky star light.
Time goes so quickly,
When I’m moved to praise you!
When you’re filling my heart
And I am thankful, the minutes slip by.
Is it because I’m looking up
And no longer looking at my feet?
Finally seeing your light and glory,
And not sluggish darkness that weighs me?
Down, so down, down it threatens to drag me.
But when I lift my arms to you,
And cry “Father!” you hear me.
Embrace me Lord, enfold me.
Reawaken my soul on fire!
Lift my eyes to you
Like a tender love
So all I see is you, and none other.
• “He will call out to me, ‘You are my Father, my God, the Rock my Saviour.’” Psalm 89:26
RTBT: Thank you Lord for the freedom we have to love and praise you openly
We prayed you into the world.
Our love for each other,
And our faith in our Creator
Were the spark of a light
That will now never be extinguished.
That light grows, like you in my womb
More than love – something else…
An awareness that you, little you,
Will change our lives forever.
We will be yours, and you ours.
A knowledge that my heart
Is now indelibly scarred,
With your name. For a while
We will be your world,
Your guiding light, your flame.