New e-Books published

For those of you who like my quirky musings, there are now three books available on Amazon Kindle and Smashwords. Enjoy!

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May I climb upon your shoulders just to glimpse beyond the parapet?

Kneel in awe and wonder at the joys not happened yet

Raise a teary eyelid at the things I didn’t get

Then slide back down in hope, a little stronger


May I nurse the thrill of Heaven through the days of mediocrity?

Sense a golden future when with eyes of lead I see

Leap and fly in moments from mundane reality

Then stagger through my hours, a little stronger


May with pleasures incremental, my encounters come to make more sense?

May I rub along with others, but without the need for self-defence

Disavowing contemplation, find I’m living in the present tense

Then walk my waymarked path, a little stronger


In the whole sweep of History

My life is not one jot

My life spent in striving

For the praise and not the blot

The stacked cards of fortune

For another’s hand to play

The crumbs of adventure

Mine to drop long the way

The route convoluted

I’m just glad not to account

For each bye-way taken

For each summit I did mount

The slate wiped behind me

Each day’s options filled anew

Not mine the assessment

One more suited knows what’s true

The Field a World Away

The field a world away goes on for miles

Beyond the seeing eye

Where warming nettle heads nod sagely

As they catch a butterfly

And dandelion clocks the only thing

That claim to know the time

As languid droop the buttercups

In heat-drenched pantomime

Forever green perimeter runs on

To meet the road

And infinite the sky above holds back

Man’s burdened load

To leave him strolling freely or collapsed

In wonder’s thrall

To breathe the scent of summer soon

With scarce a care at all


I’m re-posting this one from 2014, inspired by Mitch Teemley’s post today 🙂


Like Houdini wrestling frantically in chains

The creature flicked and struggled in its casing

Just yesterday it crawled along the ground

Oblivious to the change it would be facing


Its life had been to eat and move and grow

A mundane player in an earth-bound circus

Its passage was deliberate and slow

Untroubled by the need for greater purpose


But then, when it had seeming reached its peak

Its outer self, once supple, became rigid

It found itself enrobed in darker shell

Its inner core less gentle and more frigid


Alas, it felt its carefree days were done

And settled to await its final resting

It strained a little, fought with one last gasp

Unwilling to accept this unfair testing


Then, as it pressed, a freedom broke the case

And wings diaphanous burst forth

And what had been a worm that crawled the ground

Now hovered, like a jewel, above the Earth

The Fallen

Church is where the fallen go

To sometimes be picked up

Bringing tribulations’ tears

To wash in Jesus’ cup

With grief that’s overwhelming

And failures written large

Expecting condemnation

But relieved to hear ‘No charge’

Our pains feel irreversible

We doubt we can go on

We drag ourselves regardless

With faint glimmer of the Son

And somehow light will penetrate

And fiercest writhing still

To send us back to try again

Re-armed to do His Will





Spring Rapture

May I spend my days in a sunlit glade
The birds proclaiming fit to burst
My eyes alight with a golden haze
My heart alert and unrehearsed

May I sink down soft upon a cowslip bank
And recline in moss with all the urge to thank
Overcome with rapture on my verdant throne
That is mine this instant, yet not mine to own

Ah, the Spring’s delights may come but once a year
May I live on hopeful till they reappear


O Lord! Please help me, I’m tired today

My eyes feel so gritty and strained

I’m dreaming of sleep, though it’s hours away

And my only expression is pained


I need help to focus, to keep my mind fresh

In spite of this drowsy malaise

I know you can transport me out of this mess

Transforming my thoughts and my ways


I’m thankful to know that you’ll give me a chance

You trust that I’m good underneath

I need to be sure that Your Word can enhance

My small efforts and make me believe


So send me a sign that I’m still on the path

Rekindle new life and desire

So that I may serve You, whatever You ask

Not with flicker, but full, blazing fire

The Cherry Stone

This is one I wrote in 2011, but it reminds me as I go through Lent, that growth and change are what it’s all about x


I held in my hand a cherry stone

And dreamed of a tree that would bear me fruit

I planted it deep within the earth

And with sun and with rain it began to shoot


With tender stem it stretched up tall

And seemed to survive every wind and gale

Though bowed at times it soon sprang back

Belying the strength of that reed so frail


Spring bud and leaf followed winter’s chill

And added to height came a thickening girth

With browning bark came a steely resolve

And a surer grip spreading deep in the earth


As seasons passed and its shape emerged

New beauty and splendour were plain to see

Its sight gave no hint of the cherry stone

As it grew and bloomed to maturity


And now it stands as a message proud

With each year of its growth held within its bark

Being everything it was designed to be

When it first was concealed in that stone so dark

Mirror Man

He came and held a mirror up

To every man he met

And some could bear His gaze

While others harboured deep regret

For some, their true self thus revealed

Brought sorrow and remorse

For others, dark resentment

And refusal to change course

What Saviour this? They cried aloud

To make us feel such shame?

We thought we’d all be pardoned

But we only feel harsh blame

For those regretful sinners

Who bore what He’d revealed

There came a heartfelt giving up

Of sicknesses concealed

O come! they cried, to angry friends

You cannot want to keep

The sins the Saviours light exposed

That you’ve submerged so deep?

That blackness of the spirit

Those mean and spiteful thoughts

Need grace and understanding

Not your bitter, sharp retorts

Lay down your long felt anger

And shed your toughened skin

And He will lead your heart to peace

And start new life within