Then He said to them, “My soul is very sad and deeply grieved, so that I am almost dying of sorrow. Stay here and keep awake and keep watch with Me.” *** I will not indulge to scratch the itch on insignificant toe; the prickle grows. To luxury should I demand to cling? I will …
Tag: poetry
Carpet, or floorboards? [Thoughts on making way for the beauty of doubt]
This post was originally published over four years ago [edited now only slightly for fluency and clarity], when I first ventured to put words to my thoughts about my questioning. At the time I felt like it was a really new thing, to question the faith of my youth, or express doubts about what I …
Ballast
I am a balloon drifting in-between limitless, frightening, untameable sky wild with possibility and peril. Firm, broken, fertile earth welcoming, anchoring, the comfort of gravity and a soft place to land. Drifting in the tension of elements heaving ever upwards away from safety to unknown (adventure?) and the gentle, forceful, weight of pure physics keeping …
Pyjamas
When did you last go out in your pyjamas? I’m going to bet it wasn’t too recently, and if it was, I’m going to guess that it’s not a regular occurrence! (Totally open to being proven wrong on this point, and I look forward to hearing your amusing tales). I’m sitting here writing in my …
