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The Shelter

The Shelter

You are Peace amid my storms, sheltering arms in which to hide. (x2) Raging fears that crash and roar, hammer on me, bruised and sore; flooding round me, dark and cold – without You, I’ll lose my hold… You are Peace amid my storms, sheltering arms in which to hide. (x2) Weak and weary, still […]

Christmas Gift

Christmas Gift

The gift of Christmas says to us: God Himself now shows the way and we are not forgotten. This Baby, born in a trampled hour came as one Who knows our pain to show us what it means to live, and speak His freedom to our chains. But within our scurried lives we dare to […]

In Pieces

In Pieces

I was in pieces fragmented by repeated loss, each blow hard upon the last. You appeared like fog – an illusion of substance that seeped among my splinters, obscured the far horizon and rocks on the near shore. I nearly lost my landmarks and smashed aground as the fog slipped away.   — Christine Rigden

Lost Days

Lost Days

As years pass and days shrink, activity multiplies. Each season sifts its own joys and rhythms yet moments to pray elude. A rare space opens, frays and fragments and hours are lost before I’ve noticed what might have been. Winter – life slows down and time pulls long evenings round its shoulders, draws up the […]

A Place Like Bedworth

A Place Like Bedworth

Classy like frayed trainers in unrelenting January drizzle, All Saints Square is slick; dead leaves lie limp in corners. Conifers drape the waterfall amid stone shelves and naked acers, the curve of alms-houses stately through the lattice of branches. The sky is a drab veil behind the listless winter market. Stall-holders huddle mugs over cabbages […]

I’m Alright Jack

I’m Alright Jack

Why should I change my routine, the life that I enjoy? Why should I share a lift to work, or skip Algarve this year? I want summer clothes in winter, my gadgets on all night. If I want green beans in April, who are you to point? The children must have lots of toys, it’s […]

Poems

Poems

Poetry being what it is, the poems I write may have more than one layer of meaning, and may be about me or about people I have listened to or invented. Like most people I did some writing at school, but got most interested again in my 20s when I started journaling and also using poems […]

A Winter’s Day

A Winter’s Day

The day dawned beneath frigid skies in what counts for normal now. My friend stops for coffee stays for lunch. I call to my daughter to buy bread – she comes for some change, and goes. We talk of scarcity and recipes not minding the clock, sirens an accustomed distant background A rap at the […]

Words of Grace

Words of Grace

Not everyone reads the Bible in the same way. For some, it is a history book or set of instructions. Others see it as a theological puzzle to be analysed, or perhaps a source of secret knowledge. For me, the times when God’s Word has the most power is when it reads like a message […]