The revolution will eat it’s Children

And so, The revolution appropriates it’s starving soldiers As it lumbers along – This weary, flagging, anemic behemoth of a nation.   Some come with bellies that will not be sated. Others with the gnawing, numbing pain of hunger Urging desperate, yet now...

February (April) Newsletter

Hi everyone, Our first newsletter of 2021 is delayed somewhat due to the timing of our announcement about our move. Please have a watch of the video below, if you haven’t caught our news on Facebook yet? We’d love to hear from you in response. As always, a...

Good Friday 2021

Today is the day of death. Sure, it cradles the potential of life,  But we must face the death first –  Without blinking or shying away.    To skip too quickly to the resurrection  Is to trivialise the death.   Today is mourning, Today is tears, Today...

Blessing the dust

All those days you felt like dust, like dirt, as if all you had to do was turn your face toward the wind and be scattered to the four corners   or swept away by the smallest breath as insubstantial—           did you not know what the...

On Genesis 22

The Divine voice spoke, And Abraham listened With enfleshed ears.    The Voice spoke of futures incomprehensible,  And current moments insufferable.    “Your Daddy loves you” The throaty, choking whisper escapes a grief-stricken heart.  “Not so tight, Daddy”...

What is my prayer…

What is my prayer but the faintest puff of breath Escaping between my lips To fly to Your ear That I might be heard by the One who speaks to the stars  And calls them out by name.    Surely this minute exhaling  Will matter little on the scales of life?  And yet,...

November Newsletter 2020

Hi everyone, We’ve reached the end of an incredibly taxing year! 2020 has brought out the best and worst in our human species. Some have risen to the challenge, facing innumerable odds, while others have given in to the worst sides of themselves and readily exercised...

Why does God have so few friends?

St Teresa of Avila: “Oh my Lord, when will You stop scattering obstacles in our path?” Jesus: “Do not complain, daughter, for that is how I treat my friends.” Teresa: “If this is how You treat your friends, it is no wonder You have so few!”   (Some poetic licence...

God has left the building

When is time at its ripest For the slow, steady footsteps to fall, Ever softer, That they may be heard no more; That their well-worn shuffle may no further Stir the dust of these dying halls?   Tell me now For I must know the timing of these things! I demand an...

Do you see her?

Do you see her?   Do you see her? Asked the Teacher. She has been relegated to your periphery For the focus of your gaze Falls only on those you hold with praise.   Her frantic, lavish giving Has made the worship of My Name Resound within the Heavenlies,...