I strive,
Ever stretching,
Reaching,
Fingers extended
Until the knuckles
Glow white
And the tendons
Ache, and tremor.
My arm draining
Out the last reserves
Of blood flow,
Losing strength,
And height,
Slowly descending
To the ground,
Juddering,
Hopelessly resisting
Until it lands
In perfect alignment with
My face-in-the-dirt body,
Legs long since
Given up now
Pretending to be
An anchor for the
Rest of me.
Neck craning,
Waning, losing
The fight between
Its pitiful stamina and
Gravity’s couldn’t-care-less,
Relentless pull,
Hindered by all
The seemingly
Colossal weight
Of my falling head,
Until with sudden
Jerk it gives,
And unites my face
To the dust from
Which I once came.
I thought I could
Reach, but
I have fallen
So, so short,
And with every
Fibre of me,
And all the willpower
That seemed so
God-like, I find
Myself prostrate
Across my kingdom
Of dirt; the ants
Like disloyal subjects
Marching out of step
And all over me
Hail their king not.
In the harsh
Exposure of my
Adequate inadequacy,
The sun unwilling
To shift its spotlight
Burns the shadow
Of my fallenness
Into the place where
I reached the end
Of me, where I realised
Just how much I had
Fallen short.
And then, by means
And power not mine,
And surely divine,
The respite of a cool
Shadow from a man
Stands over me.
Whoever He is,
Wherever He’s from,
He has the power
And the will
To help me and
Save me from
This desert hell.
He lifts me up,
Dusts me down,
Squares my shoulders,
And eye-to-eye says,
“Let’s go home.”

“For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God”
Romans 3:23

The
Fierce
Fiery
Furnace
Smoulders
Deep within,
Waiting
Until
A thought,
Or event,
Like a poker
Stirs up
The Glowing
Coals.
The long
Lists
Of unresolved
Things past
Like tinder
Feeds
And fuels
The flames,
Accelerating
The heat
And fire.
Each breath
Provides
Fresh oxygen
To increase
The burn
And heat
And fire,
Then propels
The words
Spoken,
Flying out
Like fiery
Darts,
Scorching,
Seeking to
Ignite.
Rage,
Raging,
The fire,
And the heart,
Together
In an uncontrolled
Chain reaction
Of heat
Upon heat,
Fire
Upon fire.
When the
Moment
Finally passes
The fire
Slowly,
Slowly
Dies down
To a smoulder,
Until
The next time
A thought,
Or event,
Like a poker
Stirs up
The Glowing
Coals.

Into the still place –
The breathless,
Lifeless, emptiness,
Where the night of days
Fornever dawn,
Where death’s stiff fingers
Subdue the scene, unyielding –
Unannounced and uninvited
Life rushes in!
And out – resurrection life
That lives undying
So that when I
Breathe out my last,
The closing curtain
Does not mark the end
Of the final act, but
The beginning of when
For me, like Him,
Life rushes in.

(Easter Sunday, 8th April 2012)

We walk by faith, not by sight.
Although the road ahead
May not be clearly seen, or
Events along the way known,
Yet the destination remains
Fixed and certain – the embrace
Of the Father as He welcomes
You home, as a daughter or son.
And so we walk ever forwards,
Upwards – unstinting, unwavering,
Knowing that things yet unseen
Will come to be, and things
Now seen will pass away,
As His call goes out to us –
A lighthouse in the storm,
A beacon in the darkness.
He calls us out, and He calls
Us homeward, He knows
Our fears, and He knows
Our weak, fragile, frame.
Yet His call is certain and
He will bring us home in
Every fear and every doubt,
Each time we fall and when
We run – never forsaking us
Or leaving us lost, but
Finding us and inviting us
To ask and receive, seek
And find, knock that we may
Enter in and be received.
As we see the void in the road
Ahead we must also know
That He is the bridge.
We walk by faith, not by sight,
Hearing His voice and knowing
This – that He who called us
Is faithful, and He will do it.

Ah, blessèd Jesus,
You are the Word of life.
Born of woman into humanity,
You are incarnation of the Word,
Full of grace and truth.

Oh Holy Father,
By Your word,
Keep us in your Name,
That we may be one –
One like You are with the Son.

Spirit of truth,
Lead us into all truth,
Bringing continual remembrance.
Sanctify us in Your truth –
Your Word is Truth.