“You hem me in – behind and before; You have laid your hand upon me.” Psalm 139:5 (NIV) Shut away inside this silken crypt I long for undulation on the pavements wriggling up trunks and along branches munching leaf to leaf. Those carefree sunny days have given way to terror as motionless, deaf and blind… Continue reading Transformation
this is a poem about the last page a poem about feeling panicked a poem about lists this is a poem about shopping and tired feet about choosing the right card then signing your name 47 times a poem about wrapping paper, tape and ribbon this is a poem about putting up lights and garland… Continue reading this is a poem 2
When all the people were being baptized, Jesus was baptized too. And as he was praying, heaven was opened. Luke 3:21 For thirty years and nine months heaven’s Son-silent corridors, its echoing rooms with their litter of creation and Word-clutter have been my constant reminder of His absence. Though always vigilant I have restrained myself… Continue reading Baptism
Crowds come, he speaks, we cast out spirits, heal. As a career move I could have done worse. Mobility is upward here, I feel for I'm the one he chose to keep the purse. But he attracts the common, sick and poor, his teachings contradict, they don't make sense: First shall be last? Great riches… Continue reading Career Move
"I don't want to pray," slap words sting from my four-year-old daughter. How have I millstoned God to her so she won't bring her earaches to Him? I remember "Are you saved?" evangelistic, zealous aunt cornered me, seven. Next time she visited, I hid. Jesus is different His words a compelling beckon lure-and-bait questions irresistible… Continue reading I Don’t Want to Pray
I take my walk just in time under the frowning sky, share the green with black crows and white gulls. They graze while I ponder should I give it up this tinkering with words that pilfers time from creased shirts and dusty corners? There’s little coin to justify hours spent and what will be its… Continue reading I take my walk just in time
This is a Poem This is a poem about the last page. This is a poem about feeling panicked. This is a poem about lists. This is a poem about putting up lights and garland and angels. This is a poem about credit cards and tired feet. This is a poem about finding Mom’s recipe… Continue reading This is a Poem
Violet Nesdoly 