Lyrical Riffs

You make your home in the heavens, And your place in the earth, With us in the great and small, In the tidy and untidy In the great barrier reef, …

Who knows how long she waited? Who know show long the gardener was there? The garden, the stillness, The emptiness of her heart and that tomb. Who knows the turmoil …

She pours out the perfume and her worship fills the air, Her raw, heartfelt, mindful dedication is unmissable, And history is being made. He is worth every drop, this misunderstood …

Blessed are the hypocrites, For they shall say one thing while doing another. Or perhaps I should say… Blessed are the hypocrites, For WE shall say one thing while doing …

We build our barricades, Sometimes we have to, Life throws its missiles at us and our defences go up. Mishap… misadventure… mistreatment… These things come our way, and we have …

I may go to church and attend lots of meetings. I may write and share a few lines like these, I may scribble all the right phrases, And say the …

What is praying? Kneeling down, hands together eyes closed? Lifting our hands and faces to heaven? Sitting quietly, saying nothing? Sensing the presence of God in the face of another? …

May we hold on to love and loyalty, Tuck them safely into our being. May we hunt for wisdom, chase it down the years, Not setting our own ideas as …

(Inspired by a post on Facebook) If you take a jar of water and add a little earth, you’ll find mud accumulates, and that just makes hard work. The mud will cloud …

I’m a living parable. You’re a living parable. A many-layered tale that others constantly read. Friends, strangers, passers-by, work colleagues, shop assistants, family, we may not realise it, we may …

This Some days it’s a breeze, And everything make sense, Sometimes it’s like walking into the wind. Some days everything clicks, Like a well-oiled machine, Sometimes it’s like trying to …

Now… stands and listens, slows up, tunes in. Restless… wanders, paces, pauses, twists, flinches then paces some more. Hurry… can’t stand still for a second. Present… sees what is going …

The cracks are not of our choosing. We long for them to disappear. We would choose strength and perfection. And if we did, the light would be held perfectly, Framed …

Sometimes it seems as if There is so much space between us, Acres of uneven ground to cover, No one’s reason or fault particularly, Just contrasts of place, life, purpose, …

How long had he known? How long had he carried the promise? Did he sense it years before Mary was even born? Did he have days when he questioned it? …

And a little child shall lead them… A little child born in the night, A little child without wealth and privilege, A little child birthed in straw and danger, A …