I know long and lonely roads.My hands, like my pockets, are used to being empty.There are pieces of me I’ll never find,and still he tempts me. I’ve lost money,family,lovers,even friends who swore they were brothers. An empty chair where she once sat—a smile, a nod,a little chat. Yet through every loss, one truth remained:Jesus.Jesus neverContinue reading “The Empty Chair”
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Shrove Tuesday
Pancakes and laughter tossed in the air.Mummy mixing more – flour everywhere.Children cheer – pancakes, dinner, dessert.Sugar rains down lemons squirt.A table laid, wine and beer.Family moments we hold so dear.As the syrup flows in ribbons of gold.Daddy recalls a story told.The feast before the fasting phase,Christ in the desert forty days.Flip the pan andContinue reading “Shrove Tuesday”
The man I was
Bent steel still warm, tight in my hand,Heart cold – anger blazed, its blurred where I stand.Demon on my chest, his blood drips from my fingers,worry whispers, but hatred still lingers.Out of hell, were not the same,ash in my breath, got the devil to blame.One not enough, so in fury I swung,blade rise and fellContinue reading “The man I was”
In a Dark Room
In a dark room breaths breach the silence.The unseen gathers, the gnashing of violence.Orisons, just cries in the wilderness?Fear to gag the wounded soul. Villainous!I reach for a match and the incense burns.I invoke the Jesus prayer. Bravery churns.Incense rising, delivering my prayers to heaven.Peace returns, no best of seven.
He is love
Suffered in His love for our sin, overwhelmed in my acknowledgement, I embrace my gift and win. A relationship for offer, personal and true. Re-established by the spirit when inside He flew. Son of man at the core anoint in the rainfall of life a sacrifice so pure, Grace so kind. love, heart, soul, andContinue reading “He is love”
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