First Breath

 

 The pain began like

exploding fireworks:

Fierce, and relentless.

There was no doubt

you’d made up your mind

and our world stood still,

breathless.

What if this was too soon?!

One month before we

expected, one whole month!

Would the struggle of

birth be too much for your

tiny heart to bear?

Questions swelled and surged

like storm-tossed tides

but you were a sailboat,

skimming free over

whitecaps, oblivious

to them all. There was

no stopping you, nothing

we could do but wait

with bated breath.

Such courage! It arrested

us long before we

laid eyes on your precious face.

Worry started to

evaporate as the

joy of holding you

close flooded in…

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First breath sears your lungs with life.

Crying, screaming, blood-rush life!

No more darkness or warm,

watery safety.  Just noise

and motion and light – something

whispering over your skin,

caressing each perfectly

positioned hair follicle: AIR

It’s cool out here, And LOUD!

Limbs untangle, flailing, flexing –

a cacophony of colour blurs

around you. Glowing eyes and a

tender smile loom large in your

vision, like a lighthouse in a storm.

That face! You know it instinctively

without ever having seen it before.

Father.

His strong arms claim you, cradle you,

And your lungs let loose for the very

first time.

Unmuffled by watery walls, voices

float near – voices carrying the

music of home, the sound of belonging.

They are calming–  idling and washing

over you in soothing tones.

Welcome to the world, little one!
mabel-patience
This poem was written for Mabel Patience – the second daughter born to our friends Lucas & Stacey – on 15th November 2016. They were told some months into the pregnancy that Mabel had complications with her heart, which caused great concern when she decided to come into the world 1 month early. But regardless of the complication, by God’s grace she is now doing well and bringing so much joy to her beautiful family xx

The Wordless Chorus

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The Lagoon Nebula, or M8 | Photograph via Science by Guff

Like fine jewels strewn over midnight velvet,

Star dust scatters across endless galaxies in glittering array,

A welcome committee for the King of Kings.

He comes with the dawn, light flowing

from his being like the graceful folds of a silk gown,

cascading in pools about Him.

 

Elohim, Eternal One.

 

The train of his robe fills heaven’s sanctuary,

gilt-edged with stars from a billion exploding galaxies,

their colours dancing and fragmenting

like light beaming through a prism.

In this celestial coronation, brilliant ruby reds –

fire-orange,

royal purple,

sapphire blue,

emerald green –

morph in rainbows of glory around him as the heavens sing praise.

Their chorus is wordless, yet deafening;

a love song reverberating through time since the very beginning.

 

-PSALM 8-

“I look up at your macro-skies, dark and enormous, your handmade sky-jewelry, Moon and stars mounted in their settings. Then I look at my micro-self and wonder, Why do you bother with us? Why take a second look our way?

Yet we’ve so narrowly missed being gods, bright with Eden’s dawn light. You put us in charge of your handcrafted world, repeated to us your Genesis-charge, Made us lords of sheep and cattle, even animals out in the wild, Birds flying and fish swimming, whales singing in the ocean deeps.

GOD, brilliant Lord, your name echoes around the world.”

The Message Translation

Grit & Gold – A Poem

Bedroom

“Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave. It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame.
Many waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot sweep it away. If one were to give all the wealth of one’s house for love, it would be utterly scorned.” 

Song of Solomon 6:6-7 

These untrodden paths
Of Love, a maze
Of grit and gold;

Winding upwards,
Crossroads, sign posts…
Do ‘all roads lead to Rome’?

Risking the unknown,
We breathe in deep –
Together, strong.

A dogged climb
For days on end,
Wearied to the bone.

Dizzying summits,
Where stars are a-swirl,
Laughter ebbs and flows.

Valleys appear –
They swallow us;
Fear spills down in tears.

Barbed wire words
rip ragged wounds;
Silence wages war.

“Follow the narrow,
higher path” He
whispers, “I am there”.

In dust and sweat,
We tread the track
in search of treasure, rare.

Aching, hoping,
pendulum desire…
Where will all this lead?

A rose unfurls
in gentle rain,
Each petal pure, perfect.

Beauty arrests
our withered souls,
filling every fibre.

You pull me close –
All tension drains,
rinses off us, clean.

Hope gleams bright
and brighter still;
infusing faded dreams.

Doubt, like mist at dawn
Disperses; Look!
How far we’ve come.

This love – a fight,
an ease, a storm;
It cannot be undone.

With you, my heart
and soul are knit,
in mysteries unknown.

These paths of Love
we choose to tread
have now become our Home.

x

The Gate Of Heaven

The air is silent as night dissipates.
Walking worn corridors in dawn stillness, anticipating what is about to take place,
My heart quickens at the thought:
Two worlds set on course for collision
are about to explode in display.
 
This place…
If only walls could speak.
For these ones have seen all manner of muse and music –
entertainment attempting to fill
humanity’s lust for excitement,
and moments outside of the ordinary.
These decorated hallways tell a repetitive story –
Of success, beauty, platinums.
So many trophies lining the walls,
Yet the faces I see are
frozen in their own glory.
We hunger for deepest life as if it must be earned;
Striving to prove our significance,
flashing qualifications for recognition;
The insatiable appetite eats us up.
Yet hunger remains.
“momentary” seems the only meal
we manage to digest, I suppose:
For death is no respector
of persons.
 
I walk onward, past cardboard smiles and glamourous facades,
as the sky outside cracks with light.
The day is awakening!
Voices murmur and footsteps thicken as ordinary faces arrive,
hearts and hands at the ready.
Gathering in expectation,
they move fluidly – harmoniously in rhythm;
People from every tribe and tongue.
This is the Church, in motion.
 
Tonight, these much-traversed hallways shall not echo with emptiness anymore.
They will resound with a weight of praise that no celebrity can contend for,
Praise for a King with unrivalled fame;
a Saviour in who’s name we live and move and have our being.
Walls cannot contain his pure glory;
Nor mortality reduce his reign
to one single era of History.
For He is Spirit and He is Truth,
And His Word hovers ready
to settle within longing hearts.
“Speak Lord, for we are listening”
will be the cry that arises
in every corner of the building.
The cry of those enthralled with His voice,
welcoming communion with Him.
Oh, be attentive, you with bruised and tattered souls – pay attention to his whisper!
For He will repair you with his truth.
 
As I walk, a Kingdom wrought in shadows
is emerging from anonymity to take the center stage.
This museum erected to acclaim the ‘greats’
Shall become the gate of Heaven.
Watch, world! As He inhabits the praises of His Bride –
resurrection life explodes like star-burst galaxies!
Tonight these walls will witness
unenvisioned glory resting upon raw, restless humanity.
Beauty transforming, reviving
the most withered and weary of souls.
He will fill every crack and cavern,
every deficit of identity with His Love, and His passion, for that is who He is.
HE is everything everlasting.
All-sustaining, He is the true bread of Life.
Divine.
Come and see, come eat of His love;
Drink great, deep draughts of His Spirit –
A fountain that never ceases to flow.
O, taste and see! Taste and see that our God is good, and his love endures
For a thousand generations.
 
I pause before a window
As sunlight pierces night’s
lingering clouds, and morning
bursts like molten gold,
Infusing the grey with Hope.
This is a new beginning.
I have come full circle on my
patrol through quiet hallways,
with vision for the coming day
Inscribed upon my heart.
I am reminded that, like rhythm –
day and night;
sunrise, sunset,
tide and season –
summer and autumn,
So is His mercy and faithfulness.
I have nothing without it,
this abundance of life that he supplies:
For it is priceless treasure
placed in jars of clay such as me and you –
that those seeking truth may discover
when through the cracks they glimpse
it’s glorious worth.
 
“Yes, Lord Jesus” my heart whispers.
“May your kingdom come,
on earth, as it is in heaven.”