Personal meteorology I

The unspoken questions
hang in the air
Like damp laundry
strung up between us
on heavy washing lines.
We keep bumping our heads on it
But neither of us wants to discuss it.

The humidity’s intensified
In these last few times
And I feel like I’m fighting for breath
But the words just stick on my tongue
And once again I fall mute.

I like who I am
But sometimes I wish I wasn’t so
susceptible to stuff
I’m like a weathervane for disharmony
And it makes me ache all too often.

Yes sometimes it’s all in my head
But that doesn’t make it any less real.
Maybe someone could devise a chart
A measuring stick for isobars
Or a Feelings Barometer
To warn those in the area
There’s a high pressure system building
And if I don’t let it out to someone,
soon there’ll be thunder.

Creator God
Earth me
Let the rains come
And calm the turbulent convection currents
Plant an anticyclone in my heart
And may the ground I water
Flourish with fruit.


Jewels in jars

Simple pleasures
Twinkle among us
The gentle joie de vivre
Sunlight on roof tiles
A fresh new song
Or a really, really funny joke.

Sometimes the sheer fact of life just catches my eye
Chokes me up
And makes me tearful with joy.
We hold in us all the potential to sparkle
if you hold us to the light
So why do we hide?
I know the answer; fear, drudgery
and ordinary times that dull our minds
But just once in a while…

we shine.

2 Corinthians 4 v 7 – The Message
“If you only look at us, you might well miss the brightness. We carry this precious Message around in the unadorned clay pots of our ordinary lives. That’s to prevent anyone from confusing God’s incomparable power with us.”


9 out of 10 lepers

The grateful ranks

to give you thanks

were always


‘Cause looking back

on what one lacked

is often


Now and then

I think of when

you told me to forgive.

But I’ve forgotten

how much you’ve blessed

the world in which I live.

Treats the symptoms not the cause/What I’m not

I cannot be your

Manic Pixie Dream Girl

Zooey Deschanel-like creative muse

I cannot be your

saviour, redeemer, sustainer

That damsel in shining armour idea’s a ruse


But what I can offer you

is shoulders of steel and a heart full of stubborn love

and more patience than you might think possible

You just need to give me a reason to believe

it will all be worth it to stick it out

And that’s not very hard to do

You just have to be you.


I cannot be your


Curing all ills with magical feminine presence

I will not be your

live-in cook and cleaner, with added lovemaking

I’d do all sorts of things for love but I won’t (just) do that

You’d better shape up, ’cause I need a man

who can stand, strong or weak, on this own two feet

but who’d prefer to run a three-legged race.


I can’t be yours, anyway

I’ve been bought

But I’m available for long-term loan

If you’re up for a swap.


Does that sound like a good deal to you?

In a mirror dimly, or The Church Reflective

(The )Church at its worst can be a critical changing room mirror, unkindly unflattering and increasing our shame and dysmorphia.

At its utter worst, it can be a terrifying House of Mirrors, increasing shadows and distorting God’s image (and that of ourselves) into a horror movie monster.

(The )Church at its best reflects God’s image purely, accurately and favourably, refracting and transmitting the Godhead’s loving radiance like a lighthouse beacon.

At its utter best, it can show us in a light so generous, making the most of our hitherto hidden potential, that it can only be reflecting mercy.

Are we helping to bless and keep people? Are we helping God’s face shine upon them and being gracious to them?*

If not, why are we saying we want that to happen to them?

If not, are we then lying to ourselves?

We can mirror God to the world.

What are we reflecting?

*Numbers 6 v 24-26, words used as a traditional Christian blessing (