Market children (Luke 7:31-35)

What are you like

This blank and rejecting generation?

What words can be used

To describe you?

You are children

Playing market games

In market squares

Complaining to your friends


You did not dance to a happy jig

You did not weep for the sad lament


And those that live

Like hermits

Shunning comforts


Of possession

By spirits

Not the drinking types


And those that live

Life to the full


Of gluttony

And drunkenness

Poor choice of fellows

Possessed by spirits too


Damned if you do

Damned as you are

But the lives of the accused

Will express the wisdom

Inherent within



The Budding Fig Tree (Mark 13:28-32)

Now we could all learn a lesson from The Fig Tree Restaurant. When its tables are put out on the pavement and the smell of baked bread wafts onto street, you know that opening time is near. And when they are tidying the place up with extra detail, when you see all these things taking place, you can know that the owner is due to return. Some of you here will be eating at this fine restaurant when the owner comes to inspect his investment. Today’s food may be cooked and eaten and will disappear, but the truth remains. No-one knows when the owner will come to see his restaurant, not the day or the time. Not even the manager or the chef, or his own family know. Only the owner knows.

The Barren Fig Tree (Luke 13:6-9)

An entrepreneur opened a restaurant on the high street called “The Fig Tree”. He would visit it every month to see if it was making a profit, but he was always disappointed. Finally, he said to his manager, ‘I’ve waited eighteen months, and there still hasn’t been a penny of profit! I’m going to close it down. It’s just eating up my money and taking up space where a profitable shop could go.’

The manager answered, ‘Sir, give us one more chance. Just six more months and we’ll all put in extra effort on the marketing, the service and the food. If we’re in profit in six months, fine. If not, then you can close us down.’

The artist at the water cooler

“You go on ahead and get some lunch
I’ll just rest here, get me a takeaway”
The entourage left the Artist
As he sat down
Next to an empty water cooler
With no cups
An office assistant appeared
Dragging a barrel of water
Behind him
The assistant lowered his eyes
And heaved the barrel into place
“Will you give me a drink?”
He asked as the water glugged
“How can you even speak to me?
I am just an office junior”
For Artists do not associate with juniors
“If you knew who I was,
you would have asked me
to quench your thirst for life”
“Sir,” the junior said, “you have no cup
to use the water cooler.
You are thirsty yourself
How can you quench my thirst?
Are you the greatest Artist
That ever lived
That you can create water itself?”
The artist answered
“Everyone who drinks this water
From this cooler
will be thirsty again,
But whoever takes in what
I create
Will never thirst.
Indeed, what I give them
Will sustain and motivate them
The junior said to him,
“I’ll have some of that!
Better than lugging water barrels around”
The artist told him
“Go bring your friends and come back”


And while I’m away
I’m leaving the fiancée in charge
Have you met her?
She’s the one
Who behaves like a whore
Has been unfaithful
On numerous occasions
Been violent
Lusted after fame
And fortune
But what can I do?
I love her endlessly
She’s my bride
And even
If she’s messed
With your own heart
And head
You should love her
And live with her too
Apart from second hand words
She’s all you’ve got
Of me