Always believe you’ll be blessed


Metaphorical ashes dressed in sacks, 
Knees bent, cursing illness that will not budge, 
Lean on haunting songs as we pray for backs,
Easy tears as makeup starts to smudge. 
Men fall to the floor. Like trees cut above roots,
But some limped on, still lame, still blind; 
Worn with life; searching mustard plant shoots,
Of hope and peace and not being left behind.
Ministry, ministry an ecstasy of tumbling, 
Catching clumsy fallers only just in time; 
But I was crying inside and stumbling, 
And struggling as a fish on a line . . . 
Dragged through darkness, searching for light, 
Under a sea of culture, I was drowning. 
Gasping the atmosphere, losing all my fight, 
Only smiles are welcomed here, not frowning. 
Smothered by the noise of that place, 
The still, quiet voice hidden in the din, 
And a formula sold and found for grace, 
A cure for all sickness and for sin; 
I would hear and believe it, if I only could,
And sing with my corrupted lungs,
Obscene within, bitter as I stood.

While they babble in nonsense tongues, 
I would rather God used my weaknesses, if pressed,
 
Than believe some unreachable, desperate glory,
 
The old lie; always believe you’ll be blessed
 
The charismatic story.

Our first go at house church

Believers
Four adults
Five children
The former more broken
Than the latter
Silent worship
And wonder
With music
And images
Of God’s earth
Placed
On its foundation
Bible passage
A demonstration
Not a sermon
Of what a firm foundation is
And thoughts
Response
Of what our foundations are
Prayer for the sick
Shared food
Shared time
With each other
And with God

Template poems

  1. 1.      You don’t have to be a poet
  2. 2.      Take a poem*
  3. 3.      Re-write each line with your own words
  4. 4.      You can use overwrite function on Microsoft Word (press “Ins”)
  5. 5.      Or write in between the lines of your template
  6. 6.      Keeping any rhymes is optional
  7. 7.      Delete the original template
  8. 8.      Tweak what you have written to suit how you think you want it to sound/read
  9. 9.      There is no right and wrong
  10. 0.  You don’t have to be a poet

* you don’t even have to use a poem – you can “create a poem by taking prose and inserting “breathing spaces” (i.e. pressing return in strategic places) so that:
Then he rolled up the scroll, gave it back to the attendant and sat down. The eyes of everyone in the synagogue were fastened on him.  He began by saying to them, “Today this scripture is fulfilled in your hearing”. (Luke 4:20-21)
Then he rolled up the scroll
Gave it back to the attendant
And
Sat down
The eyes of everyone
In the synagogue
Were fastened
On him
He began
By saying to them
Today
This scripture
Is fulfilled
In your hearing
Another short example (rhymes preserved):


Twinkle, twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are
Up above the world so high
Like a diamond in the sky
Twinkle, twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are
Twinkle, twinkle little star
Twinkle, twinkle chocolate bar
How I wonder what you are
My mum drives a rusty car
Up above the world so high
Turn on the engine, pull back the choke
Like a diamond in the sky
Off she goes in a cloud of smoke
Twinkle, twinkle little star
Twinkle, twinkle chocolate bar
How I wonder what you are

My mum drives a rusty car

Before you

I’m filled with all these bitter feelings
I am groaning under the weight
Of my emotions
And though you seem to crush me
Into the ground
With the weight of your holiness
And expectation
I still don’t know where to find you
I don’t know where you live
I want to stand up to you
Before you
And argue my case
I don’t deserve this life
And your reply?
What would I make of answers?
Your judgement
Your voice destructive
For the audacity of standing up to you
And before you
Surely you’d spare my life
Because you are just and righteous
As I prove my innocence
Before you
Standing up to you
My life is not my fault
But I can’t find you
Or catch sight of you
I’ve searched the temple and the church
The great outdoors
The quiet of my room
The quiet of my heart
I see no evidence of you
Or for you
God, you have made my heart blind
From the fear of you
Yet I will find a way
Out of the darkness
To stand
Before you