Being a child of our Heavenly Father is simple: we get to place our hand in His and copy what He does.
Category: Free Prose
The beauty of regeneration and innocence as they meet and appreciate the joy of hope.
Since I was little, I have heard the voice of Jesus saying, “all eyes on Me!” This cry is especially relevant in the times we are now living in… All eyes on Jesus!
The First Christmas
How might the first Christmas have played out in Heaven? What could have transpired?
Love Is What Tips The Balance
Smoke clouds billow, choke, and roll; Bleak is the day and Dark is the night, And yet we stand in fight, flight, fright or freeze, Instead of voicing truth and hope— We speak aloud discordant tones Of beliefs and choices, Emotions and retaliations, And of theologies and doctrines Personalised through carefully crafted filters of ‘good versus evil’ and ‘evil versus good.’
‘Seen’ Through Love
Cath? Why can’t you be more logical, More rational, More sequential And more commonsensical In your thinking?
Softly, gently, I unfurl my wings And rise on the life of Your breath Into timeless places With no beginning and no end, And I am found in You, Perfect One. You’re my place of constant rest, Where I am absent from the stuff, spit and clay Of my own mess....
I Am His and He Is Mine
These days, This era, This time in history, Has opened up a space for a clarion call, An invitation, That was never actually laid to rest in the first place...
Between the Second and Third Heavens
I suppose it would be easy For this universe and the next To collapse in on themselves— Whether through fatigue or choice— In response to the chaotic airwaves currently Having their say, Their way, Their complete disregard for Who Jesus is, Where He stands, And what He wants...
Through The Eye Of The Needle
My own unfulfilled expectations Led me to desert places, Where I thirsted For finality, and success. Those occasional oases Gaslit my senses— Like mirages moving gracelessly...