The Incarnation – a Christmas poem

The Incarnation – a Christmas poem

Take all your hope and longing;cover it in blood, urine, faeces, straw.Cut the chord to your dreamswith a field knife or clenched jaw. Here lays the King of the Jews.Crowned between thighs,Held in arms of exhaustion.Bathed with tears, sweatand the soft tonesof a...
Inadequate Men

Inadequate Men

Do I ever feel inadequate as a man, as a father, as a husband, as an employee, as a son, a brother, a friend, a Christian? Abso-freaking-lutely! Why? Because every role and title I hold carries list of expectations. And these expectations are fuelled by internally...
Hope – A poem for Advent Sunday #1.

Hope – A poem for Advent Sunday #1.

The longing for lost thingsbegins as you do. Your mother was more mobilebefore you filled her belly.She lost her balancealong with sleepand shapeand random acts of selfishness. It’s strange;even thoughwe breathe lossinto our forming lungsbefore air enables a...
Sneak Peek!  New Poetry Collection

Sneak Peek! New Poetry Collection

This is the cheeky post before the official launch date post but I can’t wait to share this with you. This new poetry collection was written and published with a number of emerging poets. And I must say, it is simply beautiful. If you are a physical copy lover,...
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...