It’s no accident that theatrical tragedies have been so popular for millenia, that clowns wear a frown or success often rises from the ashes of…
Hopes Deferred
A Poem With willing fleshAnd heart repleteA thousand miles these feet would walkIn searing heat These heavy eyesWould gladly gazeUpon the sun’s relentlessincandescent rays But…
Read Any Good Books Lately?
A Final Eulogy It’s been nearly four months since my mum died and this weekend the family got together to scatter her ashes. I was…
Can I Have a Word
Praying At & Speaking Into (1) Round Table Christians Part III My favourite book of all time is Lord of the Rings and, apart from…
The Full Circle
or Why Doesn’t the Church Learn Joined Up Thinking We had a study this evening (actually it was two evenings ago) on world views. We…
Length of a Jetty
My fingertips are cold but not as cold as my heart. How can there be so much noise yet it seems like there’s a deafening…
Thankfulness
What can I thank God for? Preamble: A little background so you can see where I’m coming from, then you will better understand where I’m…
The Past I’ll Keep
A Poem They say the pain will surely passThe tunnel’s light will cast its beamYour feet will touch new blades of grassNew dawn dispel a…
A Reflection
What Curse is This? What curse is this? That I find pleasureIn a trickling streamRefreshing rainA scone with cream Disparate thoughtsthat come and goSome small…
A Bus Called Grace
My Mum was born on 14 January 1924 and died 14 June 2010 On 28 June family and friends congregated at a bus station called…