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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.


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





Holy Hush

Sitting silently,

soul stilled, spirit savouring

sweetest sacred sounds

https://i0.wp.com/kiwimadepreaching.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/08/silence.jpegThis is a Haiku – a form of traditional Japanese poetry.

Haiku is a 17-syllable verse form consisting of three lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables.

Gunnerside Gleanings

After a recent visit with friends to this lovely spot in Swaledale, North Yorkshire

I penned the words below, and included some visual images

Simply click on a thumbnail to enlarge

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Stretching out beyond me

amid panoramic views of

wooded valleys and grassy hills,

a narrow, labyrinthine trail

twisting, turning o’er

uneven terrain, littered with …


… displaced rocks from

precipitous cliffs above

… gnarled tree roots

standing proudly prominent

 … low-hanging branches

wildly over-arching


All dampened by drizzly droplets

demanding utmost respect

ready to stumble or ensnare

the careless or the unaware.

A mirror and chronicle

of my enigmatic soul



No Tergiversation !

Reading Roy Jenkin’s biography of Winston Churchill
I discovered (for me) this new word which captivated my attention.
 Derived from the Latintergiversārī’ it’s two words joined up,
tergum = back + versari = to turn.
It’s pronounced ‘ter-jiver-sation’ and used in two distinct ways:
1:  The act of evading any clear course of action or speech, of being deliberately ambiguous.
2:  The act of abandoning something or someone, of changing sides; desertion; betrayal.

Disillusionment: bringing calls for change

Promises undelivered, agendas re-arranged

Intended ambiguity, nothing given away

Everyone kept guessing as politicians play

Not so the One, with Whom I’m called to go

Let your ‘Yes’ mean ‘Yes’ and your ‘No’ mean ‘No’

Truth in inner parts, what He’s seeking for

Like Nathaniel, guile-less at the core


Disagreement ! Time to jump this boat

No sense of loyalty – sticks in one’s throat

Reneging, and leaving a trail of broken-ness

Call it ‘moving on’ ? Desertion, I assess

Not so the One, I’m called to imitate

Hand to the plough, furrow laser-straight

No turning back, face set like stone

Destination death – my sin to atone



I have decided to follow Jesus

I have decided to follow Jesus

I have decided to follow Jesus

No turning back, no turning back