That place of passion, that place of rest, a familiar song to embrace That racing heart, a powerful beat Where life and colour and purpose meet The epicentre of our being That very pulse that gives you meaning Embrace the call, made to measure Profoundly you, your greatest treasure Don’t be embarrassed, a perfect fit Where faith and joy and passion sit It’s time to live again
Month: January 2024
The Magic Inside
The magic in his heart was barely tapped, days became years became decades, safely locked away. Every venture brought fresh coloured layers, integrating into the cauldron of life’s experiences.
The magic simmered with increasing intensity, a vivid aurora, incandescent shades.
With every milestone the wonderment grew.
The time had not been wasted, for when the magic had crudely broken out in an unscheduled way, it had been beyond his capacity to hold it.
Unplanned, unchecked, where everyone could see, the magic caused terrible pain, disturbing those around.
So instead, it was best kept safe, waiting for the day.
It is not for us to regret the time it was kept locked away, for when the time comes for the cauldron to boil, the magic will flow.
Molten layers of gold forming a new landscape, every colour of the rainbow enwrapped within a framework of character and resolve.
The key has been turned; the magic is out.
It’s time to live again

Forever burning

Convergence

Road of Thorns
As I fought my way through the thorns, binding brambles snagged my skin.
Pierced and scratched, red glistening droplets fell to the ground, each filled with a darkened hope, uncut gems preciously forming in the dappled light.
With each step a pathway appeared beneath my feet, violent slashings of the machete parted the brambles before me.
I tantalisingly heard a voice calling me onward, a trumpet sounding in the distance, the promise of things yet to come.
My burning heart was on fire, pushing me forward, tear-stained eyes filled me with colours of hope for what is yet to be.
Still the snagging, cruel thorns, ripped at my body, attacking mercilessly from every angle, but my flaming heart propelled me forward.
Droplets continued to fall, sowing and casting resplendent rubies…..rubies that glistened, multiplying gems of hope falling behind as I journeyed.
Creativity, fearlessness, perseverance, extravagance, precious stones honed out of adversity, touching the lives of those that followed.
Gems of hope and hearts on fire.
It’s time to live again
The Advent Journey
Arriving tired, unsure, alone,
So much to carry on their own.
A place of wonder, a heavenly sound,
A frightening glory all around.
A helpless baby, a mystical night,
A gift from Heaven to give you sight.
A caravan of seers, journeying long,
The fragrant scent of death their song.
The inner longing, embrace this day,
The saviour calls, a holy way.
It’s time to live again.