The joy of Gospel music Reaching like arms to my room And pulling me out of my bed The smell of Plantain frying Twirling me, bare foot To dance down the stairs My Father, cooking up Love His smile like the glow of the sun Warm on my face, He chases the dimming sleep, Breakfast, … Continue reading Saturday Kitchen
We’re going through a difficult time at the moment - I won’t go into it but suffice is to say one outcome could be pretty crap. A deep fault of mine is that I allow worry to wrap itself round my heart and squeeze ever so painfully. So much so I find it hard to … Continue reading Thriving?
They walked slowly out of the building; through its long shadows, down the stark white steps and into the sunshine. It was only then he realised how chilled the stone had been, and how muffled the sound as it’d bounced around the cavernous architecture. He glanced up at the arch as they came out under … Continue reading Untitled…
The Kit Kat
She tipped the rest of her tea into his lap and stamped out of the busy café. His eyes were as big as saucers.Jen had bought the Kit Kat and a cuppa with her last pennies. She’d fancied chocolate to go with her peaceful read.He hadn’t asked if he could sit in front of her, … Continue reading The Kit Kat
Poem: The ask
My knees are raw with bending, Sun and moon are my witness It seems like you do not see? They bless me with light, And you with darkness. Keening ears ache in the silence, You do not speak to me. And then, you glance my way; Saw love trapped behind watery eyes. Maybe you heard … Continue reading Poem: The ask
Poem: Crackle and burn
See, the crackle and burn of your grace? Sound sears through icy dark, Lays a hand on my face Like solar flares, your love purges, Frees the mercy you promise. Faith and trust born, merges. Nothing could be more simple; You. Love. Me... And all you bestow is ample Nothing's more harder to understand, Forgiveness, … Continue reading Poem: Crackle and burn
I'm just reviewing my recent poetry. And considering how, when I've only just started to write again, after a good year or so of being frozen... It's pretty dark. My moods fluctuate alarmingly, as you know, or can imagine, if you 'know me' - but, I didn't realise how 'dark' I was. I worry that … Continue reading Poem: Not
Carrots, Eggs and Coffee
Luke 12:22 - Then Jesus said to his disciples: "Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat; or about your body, what you will wear. 23Life is more than food, and the body more than clothes. 24Consider the ravens: They do not sow or reap, they have no storeroom or barn; yet God feeds them. And how much more valuable you are than birds! 25Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life[a]? 26Since you cannot do this very little thing, why do you worry about the rest?