As I stand under the shower, I let the hot rain drop onto my figure, pounding down hard, fast, as I stand, and lapse into deep thought once again. A trance has come over me as the water echoes, lurches … Continue reading
I wrote this piece 11 years ago when I was a university student in Cardiff. I unearthed it recently or rather a good university friend of mine found it and had sent it to me via email. I don’t really … Continue reading
On a bad day doubt comes in and weasels its way into me And I question my mere existence before God What is the point in all of this if only ridicule and loneliness come before me When isolation stretches … Continue reading
Home alone. Cheesy topic right? Well, for the first time in my life I am renting a little place on my own by the grace of God. That belongs to no-one but me. I can scarcely believe it now. It … Continue reading
Dear Sebby, Missing you my dear boy. I know I haven’t written to you yet this year. It’s been a hectic few weeks with a lot of changes. More importantly, we made it into 2019 unscathed. I find that time … Continue reading
I woke up feeling quite vulnerable this morning with dreams washing over me. I’ve had a challenging time since June last year and it fluctuates. Some days are easier to cope with than others. Some are painfully hard, painfully obvious … Continue reading
An exercise done in my creative counselling class. We each had to write something about The Ship on 21/01/19. And I was reminded back to that time when I felt like I was walking on water. That land was far away and someone gave me a vision that there were two doves – one with an olive twig and the other nothing… This was my take on The Ship
The ship sits deep in an ocean hue of blue
Alone and vast, waves splashing, roaring past
A figure stands at the front, two doves perch on a rail
Looking directly as if questioningly at the person
And flutters away into the sky as if to say: follow me..
I wonder what message did they want to bring?
Are we close to land? Or far away?
The ship stands tall, far away from the
Busyness of life, peaceful
As the soft breeze brings in the loving
Voice of Father God
Hannah my child there are two ways
The dove with the olive branch
The dove without the branch
Both ways lead to much good
What way do you choose?
The ship moves, land is in sight
Time does not stand still, it fasts forward
To the present time – Hannah is now on dry land
No longer on water but in the presence of the Lord
What way did you choose?