Transform Me

Your fingertips shaped Creation, And what was good is perfect. Intentional inspiration; more than worthy of respect. Extravagant your bestowing Light, entity, a deluge of galaxies. Meticulous Designer, fore-knowing Scrutiny, query in life’s galleries. Indulgent Father, I create anarchy An unintentioned disposition Still, you relinquish your love to me Lavishly, at your own volition. Reshape … Continue reading Transform Me

No room for self doubt

I had a thought; in between the madness of work over the last few weeks. It was like a scolding fork prodding my left bum cheek. The thought was simply; why? Yes, yes..i’ve had it before. Many a time if fact, when talking about my ex. But this time it miraculously resonated with the answer. … Continue reading No room for self doubt

Blasé about dirty windows

I hit a learning curve today. What happens when you roll out of church at 1.30ish on an extremely sunny Sunday and realise you’ve not made plans to see anyone that day? Panic? Another thing to add to the list of things i miss now that i'm not in a relationship. To be honest, i'd … Continue reading Blasé about dirty windows

How She Prays

Orange skies and Lemoncello. So clings the last vestige of day. She's supine, captured in yellow. Cherry red lips parted. Cloudless, open are the heavens, Ear cocked to hear her prayer. She's wordless, emptied even, Her contrition halted. Tell her heaven hears her speaking, No matter how quiet the sound. Catch her before she's weeping. … Continue reading How She Prays

Bouts of Bravery

I call him CM. Meeting him is the result of a mixture of a challenge with work friends and curiosity. I can imagine HA lifting her eyes to heaven. ‘A dating website? What have I told you?’ Obviously, I’m not put off by other people’s bad experiences. Although, i've heard both good and bad online … Continue reading Bouts of Bravery

I asked for little things at Greenbelt

So, God is talking to me. From the moment a work colleague, Luke told a story in the Morning meeting about not forgetting to ask for the little things…I’ve been hearing Him. Luke, who staggers his work hours to avoid crowded tube’s after 7/7, makes a point of noting who is sitting near him in … Continue reading I asked for little things at Greenbelt

Riots? Tooting is quiet

If I believed everything on Facebook, London's on fire. There's a red mist that's descended on Londoners, Particularly those struggling to make ends meet and looking for an excuse to hit out against the authority who were voted in to 'make things better'. The only thing is, those looting and rioting have lost track of … Continue reading Riots? Tooting is quiet

Silence

You'd think they'd quench the burn; Silent rivulets of pain. Dirty fingers wipe in turn Each eye, mascara stained. Breath, staccato beats a motto, Echoes of the heart inside. Whispered anthem for tomorrow, Body braced to ride the tide. What escapes faith bruised lips? Sound more eloquent than words. When the grasp on silence gently … Continue reading Silence