InkTober 1

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...

We are resurrection children

(A short poem reflecting on resurrection and our being reborn through God’s saving grace) Friday’s embryonic stasis, Be-laboured breathing, Diaphragm heaving. “I thirst” “It is finished” Darkness, the final act!   And yet, the curtain rises Torn in two....

Augustine Poem

(I wrote this poem while reading Augustine’s ‘Confessions’ – it is part reflection on his writings, part response to how I felt God move in me while reading the text. ‘Confessions’ is well worth the read if you are so inclined.)...

Tongues of fire

(A poem, I wrote at Pentecost in 2018, reflecting on both the ‘arrival’ of the Spirit for the disciples, recorded in Acts 2, and the ongoing work of the Spirit today.)  Tongues of fire A rushing wind, Tempest, Tumult, Peace. Fire!   Boughs break,...

Jesus works in a call centre

A callous disruption, shatters my peace. It is the inexcusable equivalent of A ‘person’ Standing before my desk – Obtrusive – intrusive – Shouting, “Speak to me now, speak to me now!”   Push the green button, Place speaker to my ear, “Hello?”  ...