Weary

‘How are you?’ I hear, The question with which most conversations begin. ‘I’m tired’ I say, A whole thesaurus of words ready for when I’m feeling more creative. Exhuasted, run down, burnt out ‘Knackered’ as we say up north Spent, drained, shattered, weary. Weary of spending hours on end breathing through a fabric mask, Weary…

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Your Will Be Done?

‘Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name, your kingdom come, your will be done…’ But wait, I say the words but I don’t echo them in my heart.   You see, Its easy to say ‘your will be done’ when God’s will is exactly the same as ours, But what if his will is…

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‘…A Light Has Dawned’

The people walking in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of deep darkness a light has dawned. – Isaiah 9:2 It was dark. Very dark. The darkest of darks. It was as if there was nothing there. The very air itself cast a black blanket around her. It surrounded her,…

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‘On those living in the land of deep darkness…’

It was dark. Very dark. The darkest of darks. It was as if there was nothing there. The very air itself cast a black blanket around her. It surrounded her, engulfed her. It was suffocating her. She felt the thickness of the darkness, her own breathing muffled so much that she could barely hear herself,…

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Blotted Ink

‘The light shines in the darkness and the darkness has not overcome it’ – John 1:5 ———————- Blotted ink runs ceaseless, floods the page with dye, Blackened clouds darken melancholy sky. The pain she knew too well Now shadowed her with fear, As the striking cold drew near. ——- Yet through all the darkness, one…

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Your Love Broke Through

‘Why have I found favour in your eyes that you should take notice of me, a foreigner?’ – Ruth 2.10 ————————- With gentle eyes you took my fear, A candlelight you called me home, A single flame you held me near, In darkest hour your light shines near, I’ll never be alone. ——- Through broken…

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Under His Wings

‘He will cover you with his feathers and under his wings you will find refuge’ – Psalm 91:4 —————————- Amongst the blue of open sky, Two wings of a lonely bronze. A foreigner in lands unknown, A lost call, echoing, gone. — The feathers fall, the feathers rise With delicate fluttering, They hesitate, in trembling…

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