Have you ever wondered who you are? Have you struggled to understand thus far? Have you tried to work it out only to be confused? Have you asked others only to be badly bruised? Who you are is often hidden within you, You don't see it, know it and don't have a clue. And yet others speak over you lies, Breaking your heart with tears fill your eyes. Do you remember that word that cuts so deep? That word so harsh it broke you and made you weep? Do you remember the effect it

Facebook doesn't control me Writing doesn't consume me Television doesn't own me The News doesn't feed me. Being out walking delights me Rest comes when it needs me People watching intrigues me Volunteering occupies me. I often offer so much of myself Sometimes it's hard to switch off But I'm learning to care for myself Despite people's common belief. AI can't regenerate me No scientist can clone me A robot can't replace me Technology can't sympathise. I'm not a puppet for an

Awake, Awake, O Church It’s time to rise and shine. It’s time to open eyes, ears and mouths and toe the Spirit’s line. It’s time to...