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winning a poetry prize - nearly

check this out
so close!

but it is much encouragement

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PT

liminal space

I feel
on the edge
of something
a liminal space, where
things happen, where
God blinks into my reality

where solid ground
may not be
solid
anymore

where
what once was
dissipates, leaving
what is

birth, in all its forms
is such a mystery
and a wonder

it can only be
of God
the creator
the author
the transformer

of the universe
of life
of me

PT

communion for children?

a while ago we went up for communion
we knelt down
held out our hands expectantly
Evie knelt beside us
with awe and reverence on her face
and held out her cupped hands

we received the bread and wine
but Evie received a blessing
she looked at us
with sad eyes:
why not me?

what can we say to her?
didn't Jesus say:
"I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven."

PT

men behaving

we had our second 'men's group' today
well, it is actually made up of
4 men-husbands-fathers
4 pregnant wives
4 children
so it is not just men.

my desire is to explore how we can be better men, husbands and fathers.

at present, the men serve by cooking,
the women take the kids off to a park or somewhere,
then they come back and we all eat together,

it is chaotic
but it is fellowship
and a glimpse of community
and maybe it is a glimpse of how church should be?

we are excited at the possibilities.
as Jesus leads we follow.

PT Magz Ev

failing

I failed my exam
again.

Get up.
Move on.

It will be interesting to see what God has in store for us.

PT

prophets on art

Derek Chapman has a great post on art
and our place in the world
as artists and followers of Jesus
click here

PT

a lifetime is not enough

sleep steals hours and night slips in
through gaps in windows
pulling down the blinds

I can hear you breathe
and press promises onto my pillow with your lips
your hand is warm in mine
hidden from the stars beneath a sea of sheets

your hand twitches
as you fall from rest
to sleep and are lost
in the depths of dreams

I lie in the shadow of your grave
the sun barely breaks the horizon
its warmth does not bring back your warmth

the gravestones are cold
they always are
this time of day

there is never enough
time to spend with you

a lifetime was not enough
maybe eternity is

(This is a poem I wrote on our anniversary, I think it is self-explanatory.)
PT

4th anniversary

it is our
4th wedding anniversary
what a great time it has been
and is

also Magz is pregnant again

God is good

Magz

here is a pen drawing of Magz

more stuff on: Transitions

PT

Evie

Evie outdoors