A place to share my thoughts, struggles, experiences, reflections and, most importantly, my hope.
When simple words don’t seem to serve justice to the depth of darkness that depression brings, perhaps a metaphor will better suffice, will give a better picture of how it really feels. Like a storm, a hurricane, like being lost out at sea, surrounded by a flood of apathy and despondency, or caught in a…
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During the past few months of interning with International Justice Mission my eyes have been opened to the extent to which modern slavery pervades and threatens our world. I’ve written a little reflection on how this interacts with my faith. It’s probably not got enough structure to be called a poem, but I hope that it might be insightful all the same.
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‘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 is the one that seems to encompass it all. Weary of…
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A poem inspired by the story and faith of a women named Rahab, recorded in the Bible.
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‘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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‘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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The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it. John 1:5 There I was, knelt on my knees, trying desperately to clean the black stain that was slowly embedding itself of the floor. It had happened in a moment, the flinch of my hand. With a quill in one hand…
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The Lilies of the Field 