In Love Resounding

All the ways you reach out to me;
All the times you come to me;
All the days you have numbered for me;
All the lives of those who love me;
All the angels who watch over me;
All the ways your grace heals me;
All the joy that overflows inside me;
All that you creatively inspire in me;
All that you are to me;
All the songs you have sung over me
Since the day of my creation;

May You who are all in all receive
My song of praise and adoration,
Sung forever with humble thanksgiving,
In love resounding.

The Garden of our Love

This ground is good for growing,
And firm enough to build up high.
The bedrock was laid and made in
Covenantal love when we believed
That what we might be together was
Far greater than what we could become

For it is not good for the (wo)man to be alone,
And yet as we grow in this our garden
We find that fruitfulness and entanglement,
Joy and sorrow, laughter and tears,
Are the landscape which shapes and constrains
Our life of love, and which creates both the
Shafts of light and the long shadows of each day.

But this ground is good for growing;
The soil enriched by the fertilisation
Of all those things which have to die in us,
And firm enough to build up high,
If only we would choose to dream our dreams,
And then wake and make them our reality.

A Song for Advent

He has come,
The Son of GOD most high,
A small, humble babe,
Born into poverty
As a king without a
Throne or crown,
And yet with angel song
The King of kings was adored,
“Glory to GOD in the highest,
and peace on earth to all men”.

He is coming,
The Son of GOD most high,
Victorious over sin and death,
Crowned with majesty and
Splendour as the one who is,
Alive forevermore, who reigns
With righteousness and peace,
And so with angel song we sing,
“Glory to GOD in the highest,
and peace on earth to all men”.

A Better Story

Why do we so often
Rehearse the story
Of our lives as a story
Of loss, of regret, of
Disappointment and hurts,
When there is a bigger,
Better story being told –
Even sung – which brings
Forth all the grace and
Goodness which has been
Ours even from our
Mother’s womb.
This song resounds the
Truth of who I am, and
Who He is,
And major and minor keys
Alike complete this song,
Making it beautiful,
A song of love unlimited.
As we tell the better story,
Singing the truth of our life,
We become who we are
More fully, finding ourselves
In the fullness of
Who He is.

Creation song

The hills heave with pent up praise, and
The rivers roll forth, flowing with many waters,
cleansing and refreshing.
The clouds form and transform with grace as they
slow dance across their skyblue stage,
Whilst the trees reach higher heavenwards
in extended embrace.
The rocks crag their outcrops of ordered
beauty and form; ageless bedrock now overgrown
with evergreen life.
They say that all of nature is groaning
Like a woman about to give birth,
And when that genesis moment happens
we will all see and hear creation’s song performed
in full glorious chorus and rainbow colour,
So that all that was wrong will then be made right,
And join the Song of Songs which began long ago,
When, in love, what is now was first made,
And which, in love, will one day be renewed.

In all the ways I can love you

In all the ways I can love you
I want to love you with my whole heart.
That this wholeheartedness might
Bring together the broken parts in me
And unite them in the Oneness of you.
For when we are one, then I am one.

When we are together, nothing is falling apart.
In you all things come together and are held
In perfect beauty – everything being made new.
Be the One who is all in all, and be my all in all,
That my life may tell your story,
Made complete in its telling.

Peace within your walls

May there be peace within your walls,
Peace within your walls, oh Yerushalayim.
Your time has not yet been fulfilled,
And your enemies are at every gate.
Peace, peace be at your borders and
In your hearts towards the foreigner.
May you be a city on a hill that shines
Forth in righteousness and peace; a
Light to the nations on Yahweh’s Holy hill.
May there be shalom within your walls,
And within your hearts, oh Israel.


Who celebrated the day of my birth?
Was it like I was the only child,
Or was I just another one?
As I shared my life with brothers
Who had already taken their place,
Was there a place for me?
Was I ever going to make my mark
Or did my arrival go largely unnoticed?

I saw you from the start.
When two tiny cells first joined
And began a chain reaction of life,
I was there.
Your unformed body, your unthought
Thoughts, your unconscious awareness:
I was present and you knew me there.
As you grew I breathed my life-giving
Breath into you and knitted each strand
Of your DNA together until you were
Uniquely you; flesh of your parents’ flesh
And bone of their bone, but still you.
I watched you and I loved you and
I saw to it that you were safely held
Until the day you would be birthed.
On that day I sang over you and
There was joy throughout the cosmos.
I held you in those moments when
Your mother laid you down so that
You were never not held,
And my presence always with you.

How long?

How long?
How looong?
Until you act?
Until you step in
Decisively and
Until you turn
This world on
Its head?
Until your kingdom
Comes, and your
Will is done
On earth as it is
In heaven?
Until the swords
Become ploughshares
And spears become
Pruning hooks?
Until the lion eats
The ox’s fodder
And the wolf lies
With the lamb and
No longer seeks to
Dress in its clothing?
Until doing the
Right thing becomes
Currency and outdoing
Each other in generosity
Becomes our profit?
Until root and branch
Of this world are
Made new and
Heaven and earth
Become as one
As YOU tabernacle
With your people
How long?
Our Lord come!