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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 […]