Broken

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Broken

How I feel
When love so real
Seems so far away

Tired,
I’m so tired
Uninspired
Weary to my bones

I see you
Broken
Hanging on a cross of love
Broken too, I understand
The cost of loving
Of living
Of constantly giving

Grant me rest
And bid me welcome
The cross, though not pleasing
to a wordly eye
Speaks, by and by
Of love stretching through eternity

Remind me
when I’m spent
Beyond myself
That I can rest
Heal
I I sit
Beneath Calvary’s tree

The song of forgiveness
Freely given
Bids us welcome
Heals our soul
Fills our heart

With such rejoicing
The love pours forth
To a needy world
Of spent people
Broken people
Needing to heal

The cross beckons
and whispers
“Welcome home”

New Work 2024

This is My Chance

This is my chance
To speak
A weak, wounded soul

Tired
Beyond their own strength
Alive, but barely so
Spiritually bereft

Questions unspoken
Find their home in you
Answers
Often unexpected
Whisper softly
Of His love for you

Still now,
Let your frenzied heart
Be still
And listen
As He murmurs
Of everlasting love
For you

Could you imagine
The love that can bring you life
The one who breathed life
Into empty bones
Can fill your wounded heart
With peace

Surrender
Cease the war
Not needed
The battle is not yours
To fight
For love
Has already won

There are things
You can’t change
The time and the seasons
The rhymes and the reasons
The rhythmn of your soul
Beating in time
With My Sacred Heart

So journey on
Yesterday gone
Forgotten
Behold I make all things new
Even you
So trust me
Take My hand
And journey forth
With Me


New Work 2024

Come with Me

Come with me
Walk with me
When the road seems long
You can’t go on
Hear my song
As I walk with you
Journey on
As I talk to you
And the fear you feel
That seems so real
Will go

I am the echoes in the night
Whispering its alright
I know broken
Words unspoken
Heal wounded memories
Just beside me
Let me guide you
As we journey on

What of tomorrow?
That has yet to arrive
Yesterday has gone
And alive
We savour
Every minute
As we journey on

Remind me Lord
When I’m tired
Wearied by a burden
I’ve carried too long


It’s OK
To drop the load
And rest awhile
Before we journey on

And at journey’s end
I, saviour, Lord and friend
Will come and greet you
As you
Come home
To me

New Work 2024

Overdrive

I’ve been so long
on overdrive
I’ve forgotten
Where my brake is

It’s amazing
How quickly you step up
Yet how rarely
You step down

No wonder
I’m tired
And sleep won’t come

Remind me
the mountain and stream still exist
even when I hurtle past

Give me space
teach me how to slow down
find a lower gear
and hear
You talk to me

in whispers, in silence
alone
With the cares of the world
In Your hands
Where they belong

New Work 2024

My Voice

Where
Is my voice
The choice
I make
To sing
To you

Where is the heart
That pledged
To serve you

The night came
And all light
Vanished
I cried out
In the night

Where are you


I am lost
The cost
Of loving

Sometimes seems
A price too costly
To pay

Yet
I could not live
Without love
Giving
Receiving
The ebb and flow
In harmony
With my own heartbeat

Help me
Draw away
From the darkness
Gather my life
From the flotsam
The jetsam
The wreckage
Of my heart

For such is the price
Paid
For love
Without measure
A treasure
Beyond compare

When rage
Fear
Takes hold
Pulling me downwards
Hear my cry

Be with me
Rescue me


Give me strength
Give me peace
Give me hope

But most of all
Give me your love


Without love
I am dead
A shadow
A ghost

Moving through the world
Without purpose
Breathing but not living
You gave me breath

Life
And a heart
To love

When fear
Grips me
Squeezes my heart
Help me call
For I know
You alone
Can loosen its grip

And bid me come
And fall
Into your arms
Into your heart
And be one
In you

New Work 2023

A Baby’s Cry

In the stillness
A whisper speaks
Smoke on the breeze
Speaks to a restless world
Love spoken, hovers over the world

A star
Shines brightly
In the winter sky
A baby’s cry
Love
Spoken
In a
Broken
World

Daggers drawn
Hearts torn
Bleeding
Love
Carried by a baby’s cry
Unfurls
To heal the world

Even broken
Whipped
Stripped
Bleeding
Love is spoken
Unfurled
In that broken
World

Tell me
Why
The cry
Of love
Goes unheeded?

 
Is fear
So ingrained in this broken world
The words
Whispered in creation
Spoken in salvation
Shouted when death’s chains
Were broken
Go unheard?

Still your heart
Let the word
Soothe your soul
Make you whole
For the whisper
The word
Is
Love

New Work 2023, Uncategorized

Covid-19 – an Update

In 2021, I wrote how the world was turned upside down by a pandemic

Little were we to know, even a year ago there was barely a glimpse of its impact

Whilst things are starting to settle down, Covid-19 is still very much here. True, vaccines have lessened its impact, but I feel as if our lives are now split into pre and post Covid

I suspect it will take a long time for us to recover. For a cough due to long standing issues with pleghm not to stand people scurrying. Colds and flu will still be here, it is naive to think people will not still sneeze, cough and fall ill to these things

In the meantime, there are many pluses that have come from this. The housebound now have the ability to join the Eucharist online. Those previously isolated are now connected

The psychological impact will last a lot longer, depression will be worse, anxiety will appear in those previously unafflicted.

All we can do is take each day as it comes, and live the best we can. If we struggle, be honest, be open. If you meet someone struggling and you feel OK that day, then take the time and listen, sometimes that’s all it takes, to lift the head and heart, and journey on

Uncategorized

A Reflection – Changing Times

So many things are changing, work is now an open book, and a period of uncertainty has begun

I’m now entering the second year of my degree

My family is changing, evolving, and new challenges arise. Yet I still feel secure. Lots of decisions are on the horizon, yet I feel OK

For with all the roles, all the challenges, all the hats I wear, all the layers of my identity, I am still who I have always been.

A child of God

When all starts to change, move, and certain steps move onto escalators rather than solid ground, when the lift of my life starts hurtling into unknown territory and the layers start to fray at the edges, I am comforted by the knowledge that I am still blessed.

All I have to do is raise my head, and look once more to Calvary, and then to heaven. For there I see my brother, my friend, my father and the author of my life

I won’t deny it’s hard to raise that head, to stop the dread, the rage and the pain, but it’s worth it. For it reminds me I am valued and I am part of a pilgrim life, a journey that has friends and loved ones alongside me, but is ultimately my own.

Uncategorized

So Often

So often
We miss the sound
Of trees
Rustling
In the wind
The patter
Of the rain
On the pavements

Are we so blind
Behind the walls
The safety net
Of our lives?

From home
To work
And back again
Ever indoors
Never being part
Of the world
We inhabited

When shelters were just that
Not a permanent state of being

When did we decide
Being enclosed
Was acceptable
Normal?

When did we choose
To be apart from nature?
To dominate
Rather than steward
God’s creation?

Maybe
This is why we struggle
In the comfort
Of our walls
Of brick and stone
Yet flesh and bone
Was not designed
To be confined

 
My garden
Is how I am
Unkempt, surrounded by grass
And weeds
Yet still
Somehow surviving
Almost thriving

How can I be so comfortable
Making decisions that help others
Yet feel so broken, fragile
And unworthy


In spite of it all

I take comfort
From the fact
The one who made me
Loved me into being
Will protect me
And in time
Bring me home
To Him

New Work 2022