Through death to life

Out of darkness and death Life springs and hope is renewed.   Before that though There is the damp, clinging, claustrophobic embrace Of dirt, water and dark. Light is unwelcome, And the seed dies.   The water and blood must pour Before the death can be...

This son of mine was dead and is alive again

Son, Desperate for his autonomous self-identity, Screams, “You’re dead to me!”   The Father falters, Sagging to His knees. His heart, evading clutching fingertips, Shatters as it collides with the floor. The boy Greedily snatches up half of the...

I have come to face You

All I see is Earthquake, Wind, Fire. …I cannot hear Your voice.   Even when I think I pick up The faintest strain, Borne to my searching ears, I realise it is my mind Teasing me With the chatter of my own cries Clattering back off the mountain back at me.  ...

The Incarnation Calls

The incarnation calls! It’s voice the vulnerable cry of a newborn, Piercing our self-importance As nails pierce flesh.   The one that would hear Listens inwardly To the Bethlehem babe Born in each of us, For our salvation, And through it the worlds.   Like the...

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In the quiet, Still Unassuming presence You enter. Unbidden, Yet invited; Welcome, Yet without being called. Oh great Interrupter, You who intercept us in the daily humdrum of life.   How is it that this magnificent Magnificence Comes so quietly? Surely Your...

I went to the garden tomb

I went to the garden tomb   I went with them early that morning Down to the garden tomb. Bereft of my hope for redemption, To visit my friend, to mourn.   Through the crisp cold of morning We walked, saying nothing at all. Our feet crushed the grass beneath...