TO MY SON: ON DATING AND I DOs –  a poem

TO MY SON: ON DATING AND I DOs – a poem

A woman’s body is not yours, son.And yours not hers.Never forget,  she’s not yours to possess. Before you hold her  to your hip,hold her in your heart, son  in love.  in adoration.  in mutual respect. A woman is not a goal to...
Thank you, Steve Austin. You’ll be fiercely missed.

Thank you, Steve Austin. You’ll be fiercely missed.

My heart has been heavy the last 24 hours after hearing the news of Steve Austin passing away.  Like so many around the world would say, we never met in person, but his character and kindness made me feel like we lived nearby. Steve was many things including a...
A poem for Pentecost

A poem for Pentecost

25 years ago I was born again into a tradition where speaking in other tongues was taught in a hyper-personal context. Reading Acts Chapter 2 again this year over Pentecost, I came to see a different picture – one that meets me in my current season and stage of...
Sex, Sexuality and the Scapegoated

Sex, Sexuality and the Scapegoated

My latest book contains a couple of poems around the topic of sexuality. I wrote them for those who messaged me with tragic stories of sexual abuse by church workers and community ostracisation due to same sex attraction. As an avid researcher, I looked through the...
For the divorced ones

For the divorced ones

⁣You said I do⁣and you didn’t⁣intend for it to end⁣the way that it did. ⁣God knows. ⁣⁣And God knows ⁣how much it takes⁣to hold ⁣beautiful and broken⁣people together.⁣More than you know. ⁣⁣And more than you know ⁣stood at the altar⁣with hope and dreams⁣of...