Love {arrived}

van-gogh-nativity.jpgThe thing is …

No that won’t work


Joe, Joey, my beautiful man

God says I’m pregnant

O Lord give me the words


I get it, the whole angel thing

I really do -but Joseph


Lord he’s a chippy not a theologian

How is he going to understand?



Mary, my Mary my sweet angel girl

She is still sweet


The angel dude he visited me too

Explained it all so even I could take it in.

We are having a baby… Whoo hoo.



two thousand years of literal and liberal,

of conservative and radical


there are some who believe the incarnation

and there are some that doubt

just as some scoff at creation


and here’s their deal – the argument they say

Mary lied to cover an indiscretion


How could the Messiah be born

In such a lowly way

To a peasant girl in Bethlehem



Me – I’m all in, believe the whole thing

Creation, Fall, Rebellion, Redemption


And the best bit, as in any story

In the last few paragraphs …

Of a city, a hill and no more sorrow.


The plastered smile grins

Phoney, dancing & prancing

Up and down on a pole

Happy battle waltzes tinge the air

As tourists strolls along the prom


The painted faces on the horses never change

Forever caught in mid neigh delight

I don’t know what’s real anymore

The duality of seaside living

Stops the truth from grasping hold.


Were you cheating or is that a dream?

Held in falsetto choir ringing in my ears

The gulls take their strategic places

Atop signage and the quaint street lamps

Ready to swoop and steal pastries

From unsuspecting folk below.


Remember when you said you loved me

That we would never part

Remember all those promises

We made so long ago.


I sit watching the children on the carousel

And wonder is that where I’m at.

Living in a goldfish bowl

Each hint, lie trick

As if it was the first –

Never experienced before.


Seeing the doctor didn’t help

Him being your mate, I s’pose

The tablets zonked me out

Forgetting even my name


I should be able to stand tall

Married to the town mayor and all

And yet I feel equine sympathy

For the plaster caricatures

With my face plastered in pancake

I vacuously grin

With all the other wives

Each time we banquet together.


At least the horses have a plan

To go up and down

And round and round

I have no blueprint for my life

Your epitaph should read:

Paul Mason, duplicitous mayor,

Lying husband, philanderer, cheat

Mine will read – FOOL.



Band Practice

The provocation of friendship

Is a hard, tough do

But a necessary accounting

Of my life in You


Abounding grace and mercy

In our meeting of the heart

Love surrounds and ne’er is fleeting

When all are anchored only in You


So we all band together

And share our woes and gains

We meet for God’ glory only

And win more souls for You.



Life is the pits

Snake snarls and spits

Ice cold invade mitts

My heart can’t take more hits


You called out – COME

I heard little hum

Unable for sum

I walking through gum


You shared your LOVE

I turned: Yes! shuv!

It was too tough

Grace, mercy from above


The fire burned bright

But couldn’t see light

Without any might

I jumped, leapt – with no sight


Thank you for SAVE

Took me from cave

Old life gone – raze

New life – rolling in grace


You called out – GO

Close to my foe

I cried out – No

My heart brimfull – woe


You said – remember

You said – don’t forget

You ask again – GO

Letting go of ego

{I say yes}



When you’re right down in it

You can see no way out

You can see only dark

Inky blackness seeping through


When you’re in the middle

Of a muggy treacle puddle

Hanging onto some hope

Is all you can manage


My fingernails cling to

A crumbling despair filled goo

I forget who I am

And who I belong to


He calls out – REMEMBER

Lean back, and hold on

Cling to me, precious daughter,

Cling to me.


Treacle {walking}


I want to blast the horn

And bang timbrel and drum

I want to blow the trumpet

To shout Jesus is Lord in my life


Inside, in my heart, I can dance

Proclaiming from the rooftops

Shouting out with joy

Resounding through the air


And I am a believer

I know that it is His chest I lean back on

It is His arms around me in protection

It is Him that strokes my hair


But I am stuck

Stuck in this mud filled swamp

Some days I can barely breath

Let alone shout.


Just like the psalmist of old

I cry out in the darkness

I plead for this distortion to leave

Over and over I cry out His name


I see the people around me

With their bubbly, friendly smiles

And yet I can’t connect

A treacle barrier persists


One day I shall jump up

I shall leap in praise of the Lord

But today I thank God He is with me

Keeping me safe and sound


I am being stretched but not shattered

There is a strain on my heart as I fumble

In the dark to move to His rhythm

I am sitting in the middle of a storm


I have no ship, no boat

Not even a rudder

I am tossed around with the waves

But I surrender all to Him who knows best


Today I choose to live, to live in Christ

Today I choose to sit in this mire

Until He lifts me up, lifts me out

And places me once more on the solid rock.

…wrestling in prayer for you, that you may stand firm in all the will of God, mature and fully assured. — Colossians 4:12


avoiding the cup

I just couldn’t pretend

that all was well

“tickety boo”

and I avoided the cup

I wanted to scream and shout

and jump up and down

My prayer life suddenly

precisely vile and lent

thank God he is bigger

than any self pitying

tantrum I could raise.

I thank God that he is bigger

in love for me than I


I thank God for the guy

and for flick on the back of my head.

I thank God and crawl

to turn over the page