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Torn – a poem for Good Friday

Torn – a poem for Good Friday

Torn. A lonely garden draped in a starry night, a soul ripped apart. Yet not my will but yours His spirit shrieks his fear His body trembles overwhelmed with the weight Of us Torn. Rust-bound nails pierce uncreated flesh, Word of eternity in blood cascading. Arms spread wide in love-drenched agony. Torn. A mother’s heart shattered into a million pieces, she watches, afraid to turn away. Drowned in the anguish of uncomprehending grief. She recalls a night so long ago…

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An Outstanding Outbreak of Outrageous & Overwhelming Love

An Outstanding Outbreak of Outrageous & Overwhelming Love

Okay, I’ve overdone the alliteration. Sorry about that. My only regret is that I couldn’t find a fitting noun beginning with ‘O’. Sigh… But there’s a reason for the overdone opulence of the title. I was reading Acts 2 this morning, and was struck anew by the outright transformation in the lives of the disciples; a change begun at their realisation that Jesus really was alive and confirmed in their experience of the Holy Spirit at Pentecost. This transformation in…

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Why Christmas IS for you

Why Christmas IS for you

There is a big deception around Christmas. Everywhere you go, it bombards you. Christmas is for celebration. More precisely, Christmas is for celebration of perfection and a feast of consumerism. Those clever adverts say one thing and mean another; they make out that they’re all about family and peace on earth, when they’re more about brand awareness and subtly selling the message that if you buy this thing from their company you will be more complete. Your Christmas will be…

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Seen from a Scene

Seen from a Scene

I sleep fitfully, aware of you close by, so new, so needy, so I wake quickly to the sound. A kind of humming, gaining in volume, a resounding harmony of resonance. It tugs at my soul, something deep within, a knowledge I didn’t know of. And then the light. First a chink of light, snaking down the mud-packed wall, a crack in the fabric which makes no sense in the dead of night. I glance around; you are sleeping quietly,…

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