Baby

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.

 

Hello Ash Wednesday

Excuse the reflective mood. Lent starts today, so it’s got me thinking a bit more about others.

I stumbled across this while flicking through Pinterest this morning:

Isaiah 58-10Very much the theme for my life at the moment, my new job working for ASLAN, putting pen to paper again (ok, tapping on keys) with HJ – it seems a lot is being shuffled into perspective!

What’s wonderful about Lent is that it crosses religion, and even cultures. Ask most people in the street, and they will know that it’s a time when you have to ‘give something up’. But what if you turn it on it’s head and, instead of giving something up, make it a time when you DO something you wouldn’t normally do?

I’ve been openly confronted by some who ask ‘why should I give something up?’ Well, if you don’t want to, don’t! But…you’re missing the point…

The main reasons Christians ‘do’ Lent is to reflect on the time Jesus spent 40 days and nights alone in the desert. It’s the time leading up to Jesus’ crucifixion and subsequent resurrection (Easter) when he gave up food and companionship to pray and be closer to God, his father.

At the heart of Christianity is a hope that we’d help and love the needy, the hungry and the lonely. Sometimes that’s really hard to do. Especially when your initial kindness is rejected or ridiculed by others.

Video: Moved to write by Marcken

 

 

New year’s run

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So, after a hiatus: Christmas,
I donned the karrimors.
Wiping sleep from my eyes
to log on to the Marathon App.
My hood up to greet the dark morning:
Rain free, cold, splatterly puddles.
I spotted 20 odd Christmas trees
lying on their sides, like New Year’s party casualties.
Birds sang loud as I raced
(or, rather jogged at a rather nice pace)
down Burntwood Lane to meet the rising sun.
My new favourite sound – the App announcement: “Cool down!”
7km in 50 minutes. I slow to appreciate the cool air,
to ponder why R Kelly is on my playlist,
And look forward to breakfast…

Today’s playlist favourite: Newton Faulkner – I need something

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Poem: Dorset

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White horses met us on the shore.
We; wind whipped and wide eyed,
Braced to meet their thundering gait.
Not the romantic amble I’d hoped;
The jutting Jurassic coastline stole my gaze,
The violent air took your words away.
And although your hand clutched mine,
Your wonder was at the force of nature,
Which pushed us together
Like a majestic match-maker.

Poem: Heart for you

HeartI dreamed of one with a heart for you
How i prayed, full on, shopping list
Bespoke boxes, ticks, previewed,
I totally. Missed. A point.

You craved for my heart to be for you
Giving first, faithful, loving pure,
Soulful soul mate, fixed, renewed
You eagerly, stressed the point.

Lies have kept me apart from you
Kingdom thirst, losing contentment
Fearful in love, tricked, askewed.
I selfishly pressed my point.

Love paves my way back to you,
Healing hurt, coaxing perspective
Making me trust, it’s you who’d
So readily made the point.

 

1 John 4:10

A First…

Blue butterflyDry umbrella, sniff of summer,
An invasion of butterflies.
The strangest feeling
Planning a meeting
By internet with emoticon smiles.

You were late, our first date.
So, i settle with a glass of wine.
Suppress exclamation,
Quell expectation,
But I text ‘I’m fine’.

I like the buzzing, gentle muzzy
Feel of the trendy gastro bar.
Clinging to my mobile,
I felt a little less solo
Then, looking up, there you are.

Lovely sparkle, like a tickle,
You’re a wait that’s worthwhile.
It’s the nicest feeling,
Knowing we’re meeting
By sunset, with genuine smiles.