To know Christ is to stand before the Truth, bare beneath a heaven that sees through every lie. And what a beautiful terror it be. Beautiful — His light is mercy, His voice is peace, His wounds are open doors into eternity. Frightening — His light leaves nowhere for darkness to hide. He enters theContinue reading “The Beautiful & Frightening Truth”
Category Archives: Praise
Our Home
I know the world — I’ve walked its streets, I’ve heard the lies, I’ve tasted grief, I’ve watched them sell their souls for gold. Then swear they’re young when they know they old. I’ve seen the jealous turn to stone,The hungry make another’s known. The mouths that run, the tongues that tear. The ones whoContinue reading “Our Home”
Praying for a simple Week
Jump in my van,through the wide-open air,a little bit of workand a whole lot of prayer. Praising God,then back on the road,For a song in the heart,Lifts the weight of a load. Back to the gardens,where the green things grow,then back in the vanwhen it’s time to go. Home to my boys we wrestle and weContinue reading “Praying for a simple Week”
The Forgiveness
I wanted it to be something in her,something broken, something wrong.A darkness I could point towardand say, there, in her it belong. But as I prayed,On the anger I stopped brewing.And somewhere in the silencemy own darkness came pursuing. I thought of all my sins,the ones I bury, and push and hide.On the things IContinue reading “The Forgiveness”
Poets Prayer
Lord, give me words, when words are fewA heart made still, a vision true.Let every line I write revealThe hidden wounds that You can heal. Let beauty rise from things unseen,Let faith bloom, where sorrows been.And when my final verse is through,May every word lead back to You.
The Long Road Home: My Journey to Orthodoxy
I have always been a seeker. Even as a child, I was fascinated by questions that many people would dismiss. Before the internet was everywhere, I remember reading newspaper articles about big cat sightings in Cheshire and North Wales. I was fascinated by stories of the unknown, by mysteries, by the question of what wasContinue reading “The Long Road Home: My Journey to Orthodoxy”
No Choir Sang
He met Christ in a prison cellwith tears in both eyes.The bars still stood,but the chains broke inside. No choir sang,no crowd to applaud—mercy whisperedwhere guilt once roared. He left prison changed; carrying his cross.For the free man filled with hope and love – not pain and loss.
Matter Doesn’t Matter
Matter doesn’t matter,Though kingdoms rise and fall.Gold will lose its glitter,Proud towers will fall small. Dust returns to dust,As every grave has shown.But Christ has conquered death,And calls His children home. So let my heart seek treasureNo thief or moth can claim.Matter doesn’t matter,Only the love of Christ remains.
Divine liturgy
If you could see what grace descends during the liturgy in church, you would gather the dust and wash your face with it. Saint Gabriel of Georgia
Our Union Jack
Three crosses woven, bold and bright,St George in red, St Andrew white, St Patrick’s saltire laid between,Upon the flag where kings have been. A banner born of storm and sea,Of island hearts and history, Three patron saints in cloth entwined,Three ancient peoples, fate combined. It flew through cannon smoke and rain,Through years of glory, loss,Continue reading “Our Union Jack”
