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One Raised Eyebrow
The third attempt of glimpsing at what is important in life through the eyes of a six-year-old boy
The Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head
Strange how things work….as I was settling down in front of a crackling wood fire I found myself thinking through ‘The Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head’ from a different angle
“If I keep digging…”
The second in a series of questions a young child might ask…it’s Owen’s turn this week.: a six year old with a serious question…
Daddy, where do tears come from?
Number One in a short series of poems dealing with unpredictable questions very young children ask parents with misplaced confidence that Mummy or Daddy knows.
A Flayed Crow in the Hall of Judgement
Time to hand the mike to a master…Ted Hughes.
Sit back and enjoy as he speaks of Crows and Judgement.
‘Whenever’ - a powerful word that!
One word can sometimes be like a stick of dynamite…’whenever’ as in 1Cor 14 v26 is one of those
Paris 24 - January 8th 2023 Blog 11
The 11th blog in the Paris ‘24 series following the prospects of this 64 yr old athlete (!) in his attempt to prepare for the Paris ‘24 Olympics
Which End of the Pencil - Part 3 of 3
The final 3rd out of 3 posts on meditation, spirituality, and sharpeners
Which End of the Pencil - Part 2 of 3
The 2nd post in a series of 3 on Meditation and Spirituality
Which End of the Pencil? Part 1 of 3
Part 1 of 3 - a mini-series on meditation and spirituality
The Pilates Instructor
To end 2022, a look back on an unexpected feature of the year. Pilates.
Six Counties Wide
December’s tour of the UK ends in the six counties of Northern Ireland. I’ve struggled. It’s less of a crescendo; more like a last gasp. Sorry. Merry Christmas.
Sore Afraid
A poem about the Christmas angels, yes, but it’s funny isn’t it how the old KJV language once inside is there for life? ‘Sore Afraid’ and its carolling twin ‘Mighty dread’ competed for the title. KJV won by a short angelic wing.
A Sense of England
The Third in a series of Friday poems about the nations that make up the UK - this week, England
Salmo Salar
The Irregular Poetry Corner continues with a poem (Salmo Salar) about salmon returning to the River Tay and one (The Ceilidh House) written by Caroline Gill from her collection ‘Driftwood by Starlight’, as part of December’s poetic journey to the nations of the UK.
The Last Supper - Jesus’ Last Will and Testament
‘The New Testament in My blood’ - Jesus’ last Will and Testament and we are His beneficiaries