Category: Poetry

A Trilogy





Sublime fiat sovereignly ordains

galaxies to manifest from nought,

directed by invisible hand,

symphonically arranged.

Creative genius breathes

across emptiness, exhaling

myriad universes, appearing

in spectacular array


And here within full panorama

of brilliant cosmic design

arises, as if on centre stage

in spotlight, and heralded by

a fanfare of rich celestial melodies,

that tiny globe we claim as home,

richly  textured with the

intricate tapestries of life


Crowning glory – pinnacle,

Homo sapiens, bearing

image of the Maker,

And drawing forth

glowing pronouncement:

“Very Good” – no portent here

of approaching calamity

in original paradise




Yet storm clouds gather,

prince of darkness

uncoils his ruthless strategy

to sabotage creation’s bliss.

Seductive voice burns into heart

challenging: “Has God said ?”

contradicting: “You shall not die !”


Mesmerised, tantalised

wily tempter weaves

his beguiling charms

on innocent’s psyche.

desires overwhelming

new emotions stirring

reasonings controlling,

’til battered will succumbs


Relationship’s ruination

a wilful disobedience,

in hiding – shame-filled

finger-pointing accusation

shifting blame away from self

symptoms of guilt ridden-ness,

and profound shift  of nature


All creation groaning

beneath the weight

of homo sapiens’

dreadful, deadly fall

all waiting for the

promised restoration




Foreknown, that sorry plight

worlds affected by the fall,

master-plan unfolding restoration.

Oracle speaks prophetically,

of woman’s seed, of chosen race,

of royal line, of messianic hope

awakening anticipation of

brand new dispensation


And right on cue, fulness of time

only-begotten Son

arrives, as if on centre-stage

spotlighted, heralded by

same angelic choristers which

celebrated creation’s dawn

announcing with clear voices –

“To you a Saviour born”


Lion-Lamb, Second Man

tabernacles with humanity

God in flesh, through Virgin Birth

sharing woe, feeling pain –

life laid down, atonement made.

Bruising serpent’s head; binding man’s strong foe;

bursting prison gates; breaking captives free;

birthing glorious redemption.


Go Peaceful


I was recently impacted by these words, written by Paul Field, which deeply resonate with my heart’s desire as we move into 2017. I hope that you appreciate them, and it’s my heartfelt prayer that you will be richly blessed in the coming 12 months – indeed, may we all be known by love.


Go peaceful
in gentleness
through the violence of these days.
Give freely.
Show tenderness
in all your ways.

Through darkness,
in troubled times
let holiness be your aim.
Seek wisdom.
Let faithfulness
burn like a flame.

God speed you!
God lead you,
and keep you wrapped around His heart!
May you be known by love.

Be righteous.
Speak truthfully
in a world of greed and lies.
Show kindness.
See everyone
through heaven’s eyes.

God hold you,
enfold you,
and keep you wrapped around His heart.
May you be known by love.

(by Paul Field)


Here’s a version of the song I found on YouTube, sung by Sarah Hart:

Go Peaceful – A Reflection


I’m dedicating this new piece to all my friends in the Manna Community, on this special “Vision Day”


Here I am

not there in the past:

neither basking in success

nor bemoaning failure

Here, now

longing, attending,

waiting, listening


Here I am

not there, in the future:

neither hoping the best 

nor fearing the worst

Here, now

trusting, surrendering,

receiving, being


Here I am

not there distant:

neither lagging behind

nor running ahead.

Here, now

Repenting, aligning, 

changing, clinging.


Here I am

in this moment

calling His Name

touching His heart

Here now

available, vulnerable,



Here I am

not where I would be

should be

or could be

Yet knowing

I am deeply loved

as I am, by I AM






At times like this I want to be:


Rooted firmly

drinking deeply

nourished daily

life-giving flow

seasonally fructiferous

vigorously foliate

endlessly flourishing

Yet Another Day

As glowing orb falls graciously

beyond line of greening trees

casting golden archway to a distant world

yet another day draws to its close …


And freshly arrived swallows

skim surface of verdant pasture-land

dipping and diving in extravagant dance,

delighted to have made their return.

Gentle breeze kisses branches

laden with newly-sprung leaves,

then meanders across closely-cut lawn

rippling through daffodils & tulips, which

bob their heads in secretive assent, while

blackbirds sing their final paeans of praise


And I sit in stillness – apart,

though very much a part,

reflecting on yet another day

lived in One, Who’s mindfulness

astounds and elicits awe

from this unworthy heart