Poetry & Spoken Words

Jesus, betrayed, arrested, flogged, Sentenced to a criminal's penalty, Within Him no guilt was found, Yet still the orders came - Crucify. A wooden cross held Him up, As the nails tore into His flesh. Crown of thorns sits on His head, 'King of the Jews' the sign read. In His final breath He said: "Eloi, Eloi lema sabachthani." Lowly He hung his head, Where He gave up His spirit. In the shadow of the cross, His body broken for each of us. No greater love there ever was, Than a

Don’t put up the umbrella. The thought crashed into her brain, She stopped. “What?” She said in her head, “Don’t put up your umbrella.” She looked all around. Then the first big drop of rain Landed on her face. Then a second. Then a third. It became a trickle. Quickly, a full-blown downpour. But she stood there. Face raised. Eyes closed. The rain ran down her face, Her coat was soaked But And it was a big but She just laughed. It became a giggle. She almost put her hands over

It is a journey. A relationship A discovery. It is not a list of needs and wants. It is a moment of peace, A pain in your heart. It is love It is sorrow It is laughter It is hope It is desperation It is War Peace Pain Understanding It is emptiness Fulness Happiness Sadness Always available A moment in time, But most of all It is a conversation with You, Lord. Sometimes the words are spoken. Others, words poured out in pain. Then again, gratitude Then spontaneous joy. Praise p

She wandered down the beach. And perched on her favourite rock. She gazed out to sea, The sunlight bounced over the ripples on the water. It was blue, silver and twinkly. But out on the horizon She noted a storm brewing. She smiled. The day was warm. But as the afternoon moved on The temperature began to drop. Slowly, but she noticed it. The wind began to increase. Even the seagulls moved inland. The azure blue sky became darker Moodier. As grey, then black clouds Rushed clos

Running, running, running, like we're endlessly competing. Life just keeps on turning and giving - dedicated, from beginning to the end. You've got to show willingness, cannot be seen to be dilly-dallying. There's no time for contemplating, can't sit around procrastinating. There are always things to be done, there's simply no time to waste. A task that requires no praise, is completed in humble silence. But we're running, yes we're running; always here, there and eve

Prayer is like a kaleidoscope of colour. Each colour represents its many facets. Red- anger, rage, passion, power. Blue- peace, calm, but also deep pain Even sorrow. Yellow- sunshine, happiness, warmth. White- forgiveness, purity, innocence. Pink- warmth, safety, hope. Black- deep pain, hurt, humility. Brown- everyday normalness. Indigo- hurt, deep anguish of the soul. Green- growth, newness, energy. Just as there are a multitude of colours, hues, shades, tones. So, there are