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,...

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...