On Fire

I want to receive from you
I want to believe in you

Real, tangible, gritty stuff
Not airy, fairy, flouncy fluff

I want to feel your heart beat
To turn and see you in the next seat

Here and now; a living thing
Not some distant Heavenly king

I want your blood to pump my heart
I long to play a better part

Take my will, my heart's desire
Take it and use it and make it fire

Deep calls to Deep

Today
My battle-wearied soul
Calls out to you
From the Deep
Through the Deep
My storm-tossed heart
Yearns for you
Turns to your light
Through the light
Grant me safe harbour

Mondays

Mondays are yellow
The colour of daffodils
Bright, beaming golden
Rays of hope
Of Springtime promise
Beacons on the greying landscape
Illuminating the horizon

Mondays are orange
As the Autumn-tinted leaves
Warm and welcoming
Fires that burn for you
Vibrant, full of life
Intense and creative
Your glory sought after
Your name surely praised

Mondays are purple
Winter-flowering pansies
Resolute against the cold
Richly textured
Simple, yet majestic
Regal, heads held high
Sometimes mourning

Mondays are white
Pure as the dove of peace
Tranquil; soothing
Slow and serene
Binding up the brokenness
With bands of love
Of truth, hope and grace

Mondays are blue
As the still summer sea
Or the fresh Spring sky
Full of space
Space to laugh
Space to cry
Space to grow

Mondays with my friend
Are Mondays with you

Creation

In the beginning was
You
Just you
Not me
Or them
No 'us'
Just you

Love
Enormous, vast love
So immense
Unable to remain
Static; contained

So, your love burst forth
to create
An outpouring
of you
to form the universe
A birthing of your best
Extravagant
Redolent
Expressive

And this is why
the smallest hidden detail
in all nature
is beautiful
Exquisite
Eye-catching
It was - it is -
You
A part of you
But you did not
finish the job

Just the start of something
A canvas to be added to
And in your love
your generosity
Bounty
You gently
Reverently
formed life
Us
Flesh of your flesh
Loved into existence
And called to be
co-creators
in this place
Designed to share
the beauty and the love
And to multiply it
Extend it
To create of ourselves
with you

The Bath

Decadently deep
Foolishly hot
Body submerged
Almost floating
Away from the world
Cocooned in persistent heat
Water calming
Delicious
Skin reddened
Feeling slightly sick
The perfect bath

Toes turning taps
Cold
To relieve steaming limbs
Relax

Book poised
Tea sipped
And later
Much later
A little more hot
Prolong the pleasure
The perfect bath

Quiet Time

As I gaze through the window
at the slowly swirling snowflakes
I present myself to you
   Here I am Lord
Then it starts
The recesses of my mind
jangling, needling
with unresolved problems
deeply-held anxieties
All jostling for attention
Greedy, needy
demanding 'me first'

But truth be told
I just want to rest
to rest in your presence
No agenda
No 'to do' list
Still my mind
Soothe my senses
Just companionable silence
Togetherness

January

Do you see the greyness?
Despair at the rain?
Grumble at the cold and damp?
Or do you marvel at the glorious sunrise?
Awe-struck by luminous rainbows filling the sky
Heart-lifted by frost-wrapped blades of grass
Breath-taken by mist-consumed valleys
Soul-sung by arcing skeins of geese
Knee-bent by the bounteous majesty of the sunset
Lift your heads
Look around 
He is here