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It all feels so unjust
It all feels so unjust
by Andrew Pratt
Monologue: It all feels so unjust Sixth Sunday of Easter 1 Peter 3: 13 – 22 It all feels so unjust when they slag me off, makes me cynical. I hardly want to believe anymore. Call themselves Christian? And they tell me how to behave? Should look at themselves. It all feels so unju…
Meditation: Whose bone and flesh are we?
Meditation: Whose bone and flesh are we?
by Andrew Pratt
Meditation: Whose bone and flesh are we? Whose bone and flesh are we? Who reigns above our lives? For forty years or four a human monarch has limited tenure, meagre power. And then what? Then who or what is God? What is our greatest concern? Only you, only I, can answer that? A…
Meditation/poem: Suffering was anathema
Meditation/poem: Suffering was anathema
by Andrew Pratt
Meditation/Poem: Suffering was anathema Suffering was anathema, no Messiah died. To grasp what is mystical requires a letting go. A letting go of all things. For the mysterious, the magical, the mystical, that we label God, is so utterly other that the disciples flew from it, bet…
Mother us gently, Father us lightly
Mother us gently, Father us lightly
by Andrew Pratt
Poem/Prayer: Mother us gently, Father us lightly Mothering Sunday Mother us gently, Father us lightly, God of our being, ground of our care; comfort our grieving, help our believing, graceful and loving, teach us to share. Hold and enfold us, parent with purpose, …
Times and Seasons - Now the poppy petals flutter
Times and Seasons - Now the poppy petals flutter
by Andrew Pratt
The updraft twisted yellow mist: ominous weave of gaseous death. And now the poppy petals flutter. Eyes closed. Another updraft, drifting, lifting, Deep darkness each single petal turning end over end. covered the face of the earth. All seemed without form The coughing, and void.…
Above all other loves
Above all other loves
by Audrey Hogan
This Poem is all about discipleship and putting Jesus first in our lives. Jesus is both our saviour and the Lamb of God. We also have a cross to carry which is the cost of discipleship. We are faithful because we want to hear his words well done true and faithful servant and ente…
Poem - Worry (Going to the toilet)
Poem - Worry (Going to the toilet)
by Colin Smith
This comic poem was originally written for children, who are about to leave play school in order to go to “big” school. It deals with an anxiety that they often have. It was subsequently used in All age worship to introduce the points that: No person or matter is too small to be …
A Single Grain
A Single Grain
by Jonathan Sharp
A poem relating themes of Harvest and Birth, Growth, Death and Resurrection as suggested by Jesus' comment in John 12v24 Wild as an ear of corn he grew, Up to the sun he strained, Thriving upon its energy, Drinking of heaven’s rain. Stirred and prompted by the breeze, Wise as the…
David’s line
David’s line
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: David’s line When David tried to make a house for God – a permanent fixture – a settled resting place – God turned the tables on him, promised him a home and land, safe from his enemies for future generations. For God had always wandered with the people; followed and led th…
Poem: Always missing, never grasping
Poem: Always missing, never grasping
by Andrew Pratt
(Doubting Thomas after Leonard Cohen’s song 'Suzanne' which has the line: '…and Jesus was a sailor...') Always missing, never grasping, hope amid this shifting sea, coast and haven seem remote now, too far off to harbour me. Yet those fishermen are telling news that I can't compr…
Poem: Father of Jesse and father of David
Poem: Father of Jesse and father of David
by Andrew Pratt
Father of Jesse and father of David, born of a foreigner here in their midst: Ruth would nurse Obed, then comfort and nurture. Boaz brought safety it seemed she had missed. Now as we listen we re-tell this story, try to untangle the mystery and worth, one thing is certain: a love…
Poem: Held in the cleft of the cold, dark rock
Poem: Held in the cleft of the cold, dark rock
by Andrew Pratt
Poem: Held in the cleft of the cold, dark rock Held in the cleft of the cold, dark rock, the summit of human fear, pursued to the end of his life's reserves, the hunters were drawing near. God was remote, Elijah quaked, protection was hard to find, the One he had heard and sought…
Poem: Hear the echoes of the scripture
Poem: Hear the echoes of the scripture
by Andrew Pratt
Poem: Hear the echoes of the scripture Hear the echoes of the scripture in the parting of the waters, see Elijah in the whirlwind, see Elisha, looking, waiting. See Elisha take the mantle, see Elisha strike the water, faith and action moving forward, faith is passed from hand to …
Poem: The Psalmist reckoned fools were unbelieving