Archive for January, 2011

Room For Mystery

Transcendent One

Sublimely ineffable

Before and Beyond all …


Forgive my crass

and futile propensity

for trying to ‘fathom You’

by rationalizing

by analyzing

by categorizing


And forgive the bare-faced

arrogance by which I reduce You

to philosophical argument

to scientific formula

to mathematic equation


as if the Incomprehensible

might be so logically explained


Gift me with

the lowliness of mind

which makes room for mystery

which bows, discalceate,




and rises again to live submissively,

with wide-eyed wonder

as a child,  free

from fallen reason’s tyranny


Red Sea Place

This is my wife’s mother, Beryl (88) who sadly passed away on January 15th 2011, after a long fight with dementia. Among her possessions we discovered one of her favourite poems, which my wife read out at the funeral service – 24th Jan…we decided to publish, with the hope it will encourage you on your journey. A little familiarity with Exodus 13,14 will help to understand this work.

Have you come to the Red Sea place in your life

Where in spite of all you can do

There is no way out, there is no way back,

There is no other way but through


Then wait on the Lord with a trust serene

Till the night of your fear is gone

He will send the wind, He will heap the floods

When He says to your soul “Go on”


And His hand will lead you through – clear through

Ere the watery walls roll down

No foe can reach you, no wave can touch

No mightiest sea can drown


The tossing billows may rear their crests

Their foam at your feet may break

But over their bed you walk dry shod

In the path that your Lord will make


In the morning watch, ‘neath the lifted cloud

You shall see but the Lord alone

When He leads you on from the place of the sea

To a land that you have not known


And your fears shall pass, as your foes have passed

You shall be no more afraid

You shall sing His praise in a better place

A place that His hand has made

By Christian Poet: Annie Johnson Flint (1866-1932)


Our Faith

Life Views

Snap shots of the journey called ‘life’.  A growing work …. readers are invited to write their own ‘views’ as a comment, which will be considered for permanent ‘addition’ to this poem.

Delicate gossamer, highlighted by frost

Fleeting shadow – gone when sun’s rays lost


Cascading river, bound for the Atlantic

Tenderest of dreams,  elusively romantic


Fragile rose petal,  short-lived delight

Bright shooting star,  swallowed by dark night


Miniscule grain in infinite Sahara.

Sparkling diamond in majestic tiara.


Dew of new morning,  vanishing with heat

Rhythms and rhymes never complete


Manufactured vapours, merge with atmosphere

Pilgrim’s lonely pathway, seldom straight or clear


Wind’s cruel  &  chilly blast, or gentle breezes blow

Ever-changing seasons of sunshine, rain and snow


The Hovering Spirit