Corr-es-pond {asking}

streaming sunlight

fills the view

filters the thoughts

dark clouds banished

a breeze commits

a trail of new thinking

neurons deflect moon-drops

synapses connect to light

fill me, Lord,

with your light

banish the dark

flood me with love

music {really?}

symbols clash

fright full noise

guns fire – swords collide

the root note of God transcends all

 

people meet

hands held cross

barbed wire, comments wound

the orchestration of the hoard

 

diving in

leaning on cymbal

mercy goodness kind

the resounding silence of love

vein vanity

blood courses through a vein

lapping elbow and knee

thrum, thrum, flow, flow

to God’s heartbeat – it loves

the course of a life changed

like a weather vane from one –

way to another

one hundred and eighty degrees

recreated from broken pieces

redeemed with ultimate joy

in the conquest of self

the vain unregulated motives

gone replaced by delight.

cleaning {spring}

you come into my place

and begin to tidy up

throwing out the old

bringing in the new

 

sometimes it’s hard

to let go of old ways

the sharpness of two edges

stabbing   pain   it hurts

 

you go into corners

I’d rather left alone

you shake out the dust sheets

and look underneath

 

as the work goes on within

the transformation of self

is palpable touchable yea!

the move from unloveable

to a daughter of the King

 

 

WWJD on the streets of Dub

Have you seen the wee girl
In the street by our college?
Kicking at the rubbish,
With her high, high heels.
In her eyes, there is no spark
Bringing each man to her side
Yesterday’s lost innocence
Bringing pain in today

So how can you tell me you’re missional
And it’s all going well in your own church.
Walk with me and talk with me
I’ll lead you through the streets of Dublin
I’ll show you something to make you change your mind.

Have you seen the pigeon kicker
And his burly thuggy mates
They live in hopelessness
And dark, dark times
They have no time for me
Or even know the Father
Yesterday’s lost innocence
Bringing pain in today

In the doorways, hey
You’ll find Paul, Bert, Sean, and Mark
Nick and Jim and even Siobhan
You’ll see duvets and damp pillows
Black plastic bin liners
Worn down faces
Past caring today

Would you give your new shirt?
Bring them home for dinner?
Walk the two miles
And turn the other cheek?
I’ve no time for Pharisees
I’ve no time for lip speaking
I want to see in you
Head, heart and hands

So change your sail to missional
Show tough hands that you can use
To change the world one bloke at a time
Show them Father through me
Tender-hearted
Lovingkindness