Tag: Faith

New year prayer

I don’t make new year resolutions, I don’t believe in saving up change for one day a year…

So my prayer is that whenever the need for change happens in your life you will find the courage and the confidence to make it! May you be surrounded by people who love you for who you are not what you give to them or what you might become. May you have friends who want to journey with you and who allow you to journey with them. May you know when to jump in and take risks and go on adventures. May you know when to be still and to be in the stillness. May you know what to give up because it drains you and what to pick up because it gives you energy. I pray that the next four seasons will flow with blessing, learning, grace and love for you and those you love.

The year of the poets and the prophets

This could be the year of the poets and the prophets.

Why not?

The politicians and profiteers have failed us, the powerful have had their way.

We’ve bowed down to the fear-mongers and fat-cats, who’ve divided us and made it pay.

This could be the year of the poets and the prophets, the artists and the authors, the makers and the movers, the strange and the sublime.

Through them old songs can be reborn and new storylines be told.

Through them there’ll be a place for poetry to fill and shift the soul.

They could paint the future rich in colours still not mixed,

and speak the whispered love language of heaven in our midst.

Could they teach us to abandon the desperate greed for power,

And seek a simple beauty in the patterns of a flower.

To stand and watch the sea breathe deep against the broken land,

And the whitening of the knuckles as we hold another’s hand.

Could this be a year of art, of story, verse and song,

Of the dreams in colourful compassion we’ve painted for so long.

A year of risk and possibility, of creativity and love.

Of tales and tunes that tell of hope and launch us high above.

To look upon this world we walk with eyes that see the new.

So let the poets weave their spells and the prophets speak of you.

Icarus

Icarus was a fool,

Who would not learn or listen.

They tried to teach him properly,

To never fly too high,

to play within the lines,

To keep to the boundaries,

know where the danger lies.

To stay in the safety zone,

and not exceed his limits.

“Don’t reach too high,

or push beyond the edge”, they cried.

But Icarus the fool refused

He flew on wings of wax,

And sought the sun.

He risked the greatest fall of all.

To fly so high and then to die.

Does that make Icarus a fool?

Thank you!

Thank you if you’ve viewed. liked or followed any of my poems this Advent. This has been my first real attempt at poetry! I’ve very much appreciated you even looking at my first fruits. Because of you I will keep writing and blogging! Thank you!

Happy Christmas

May you blessed in the dawning of the true light that chases away the darkness.

May you be blessed in the birthing of a new future where grace rules.

May you be blessed in the shining of prodigal peace, whatever your story.

May the father & mother God look on you with mercy and love.

May the Son grant you the knowledge of the love and acceptance of God.

May you be blessed by Creator,

Redeemed by the Son,

Given breath by the Spirit

Amen

Christmas Eve


In this hollow night the heart that has beaten within has been born.
What was known but not known is now met.
In this time of hatred, anger and division,
there is now grace.
In this lonely place we are no longer alone in our fear.
We have a new Mother and Father,
what was once all mighty has chosen to be humbled,
made vulnerable and fragile.
I may never hold the child or feel his pulse,
I may never hear his cry or see his smile,
But I am there and he is here.
I can join the choir and sing the song of the angels,
I can reach out my hand in wonder and desperation.
For unto US a child is born.
In this hollow land the love that was held by few has been born afresh.
I must play my part and give myself in gift.
I can put down my baggage and follow now.
I can begin again and be reborn,
humbled, made vulnerable, fragile.
In the child I am born,
In the grace I am forgiven,
In the love I am embraced,
In the peace I must walk.
Hallelu-jah, the light has come and filled the darkness.

Advent 36

To be in the time between times,

The moment swollen with what might happen.

In recent days new depth has been found.

New love met, new family made.

We sat together, healed and dreamed.

We talked of the past and the present till the night had faded around us.

We drank and ate together, stopped to hear stories and struggles.

We’ve shared so much so far!

We found new words and span poetry in the dark.

We painted each other’s colours and sang each other’s songs.

We argued and fought, doing what lovers and siblings do.

Our path has changed me, it is changing me.

Together we got to this place, and now we pause to breathe.

It might not be our choice to stop here, but here we are.

In the time between times,

In the place between places.

This isn’t the end, it can’t be. But it’s not the beginning. We left that months behind.

This is a space to be still, to rest, to breathe, to eat and celebrate. To be grateful for where we have got to and to let go of worry about where we will go.

What we do know is that we have been bound together and we will begin again together.

Our time is not over.

Our time will be soon.

This is the time between times.

Advent 33

Luke 2:8-15

The call goes out across the landscape,

The song is being sung across the hillside,

It rings in the air, sweeps down streets, brushes the surface of rivers, ripples through the fields.

The cry must be heard, it cannot be ignored.

So many voices, so many colours, so many tones, so many rhythms.

The voices of all nations woven in melody that recalls all cultures.

Like the seas no longer flood the earth,

Like the lands have rejoined as one,

Like the tunes of all people woven together in the song of the divine.

The dance begins amongst the rocky passes, following the herds to reach the plains and shelters.

It skips through the city and on into the night.

Shaking the earth with its raw cry of justice and peace, it’s desperate descant cutting through centuries of abuse and war.

Turn your heads toward the highest place, to the one who began it all.

Hear the call of the ages, hear the call of the creator, hear the call of the re-creator, hear the call of shalom.

Run

Kneel

Love

Peace