How I’m Busy – a poem

How I’m Busy – a poem

The reply, ‘Sorry I’m busy’ s’enough, to appease the greatest request. Rarely do you need to say more, ‘Busy, how?’ is anyone’s guess. So I’ve made a list for those of you, who feel guilty when trying to say No. Twelve...
How was it, Ishmael?  a lectionary poem

How was it, Ishmael? a lectionary poem

How was it she waited The troubled princess Till her very own Was on water like you To cast you out Class you out Race you out Have you escorted out At your mothers side How was it your father Heard YHWH Granting him obedience Beyond his troubled soul To send you out...
Rock Bottom

Rock Bottom

If you’ve been through a breaking-down season, you will know that ‘rock bottom’ can be a lonely and exposing place. When we are driven out to the metaphorical desert, through no fault or power of our own, we are most often faced with three questions....
Not My Cafe, or yours.  On taking a stand

Not My Cafe, or yours. On taking a stand

A couple of years ago, a friend put me onto this new local cafe. They simply sold awesome coffee along with a couple of snack options. I always got a car spot and a table. I got to the know the owners. They happened to be Christians. I told a number of friends about...
Mid-Crisis Life

Mid-Crisis Life

It’s as if the car broke down on our way to the future. And instead of waiting on the highway for roadside assistance, we moved into the car. I’m working from a plastic camping desk in my garage. A two-and-a-half grand Macbook on an shaky thirty dollar...
The Lost Art of Lament

The Lost Art of Lament

Perhaps it is time to recover the lost art of lament. The amount of anxiety and grief in the world right now is palpable. The relational, emotional and financial fallout from this crisis will echo for years to come. For most, there is no Plan B play-book for most. So...
Now+Here – A poem for desert seasons

Now+Here – A poem for desert seasons

It could feel Like you are nowhere For 40 minutes For 40 days 40 years, perhaps. One thing is certain; At first You will believe you’re lost. If you’re lucky Loneliness and despair Will tap you on the shoulder Reminding you Of their faithful presence. Part of you Will...