Recently I’ve rediscovered my love of handwriting which has been very freeing indeed.

I’ve a few ideas brewing that might make an appearance at some point over the next while.

We played Monopoly a while back and I won.  It felt and looked ugly.

He watched standing silent in the corner as the window he had opened changed the room, as a cool breeze blew across their foreheads, the old man whistled loud a tune. 

A nurse began to dance around the deathbeds, a crippled man cried glory praise the Lord as the cool breeze flooded through the window and once where there was sadness there was joy.  

The children bounced like crickets on a matress while the bed pans kept rhythm on the floor and the cool breeze flooded through the window and once where there was sadness there was joy.  

The doctors swung together ‘round the bedposts with the drugs trolley pressed against the wall and the cool breeze flooded through the window and once where there was sadness there was joy.  

The orphans smiled and clapped their hands together while the hungry feasted slowly on floor and the cool breeze flooded through the window and once where there was sadness there was joy.  

The mothers cried in happiness together and the fathers there in sunlight toasted life and the cool breeze flooded through the window and once where there was sadness there was joy.  

The poor men rested in the soft seats and the homeless welcomed rich men at the door and the cool breeze flooded through the window and once where there was sadness there was joy.  

The bruised and the battered shone like diamonds and the weary worn out workers downed their tools as the cool breeze flooded through the window and once where there was sadness there was joy.  

Then the men on the roof mending gutters where no rain had fallen down in 50 years, hearing music, dance and singing, drank iced water, as the cooling breeze dried away their tears.  

And they danced in that place of life together with singing ringing gladly in their ears and a cool breeze flooded through the window and once where there was sadness there was joy.  

Then the old man watching from the corner, pulled out a seat, smiled and gently closed his eyes, he said “peace now, finally, it is finished” and they danced through an endless bright sunrise.

In this darkening twilight
In the grip of caustic expectations 
In this void of promise
Dwell here

In the dread of uncertainty
In this frozen nothing
In these sodden garments
Dwell here

In this blackening stillness
In the muted obscurity
In the absence of heartbeat
Dwell here

In the coercion of sadness
In the aggression of weeping
In the constancy of anguish 
Dwell here

In the paralysis of malignancy 
In the suspension of senses
In the mire of numbed spirit
In the terror of falling
Dwell there

Stand in the tension
Wait for the cracks
Repose is coming
Rays will rupture
But for now
Dwell here

Surely he was the Son the God

Spat out, no longer kissed.

Surely he was the Son of God

Sliced open, gorged on, ripped

Surely he was the Son of God

Vintage, sloshed and guzzled

Surely he was the Son of God

Defiled, blemished, muzzled

Surely he was the Son of God

Sin of God that never was

Surely he was the son of God

Flawless Son who always was

Such womb like love

Birth through his pain

My jubilant birth in his demise

Surely he was. 

Surely he was.

Surely he was the Son of God…

What can I bring him?

Poor as I am?

If he were a wise man he’d have brought a lamb.

Surely he was. 

Surely he was.

Surely he was the Son of God…

What can I give him?

Head, heart and hands.

I’ll leave behind my mother

Love in foreign lands

Surely he was. 

Surely he was.

Surely he was the Son of God…

Surely he was the son of God

Freely that I have recieved?

Surely he was the son of God?

Such cost I disbelieve…

Can we balance the scales and see rest and rupture on a level playing field?  Community always comes at great cost whether it be with eachother or with God.  There is much rest to be found in the place of Christian community but before we make it that far there is an embrace with Christ that might cost us everything, a place in which we encounter a love that will not in the first instance repair but rather a love that could tear us apart.

So often in church we hear that there we will find purpose, peace and a place to belong.  There often comes with the embrace of newly found or rediscovered faith the promise of solace from hardships, a deeply seeded joy in our hearts and a settling down of the sea of despair that life can sometimes be.  In being reconciled to each other and to God the promise is often one of rest.  In accepting the invitation to enter into Christian community the focus is more often on the gain and not the cost.  The cornerstone of such an invitation is usually that which we aquire as opposed to that which we give up, lose or shed…