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Poem: The Word became
Poem: The Word became
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: The Word became … Words leap to life and characters spring from the page, when imagination flares and recognition begins and connections are made with our personal reality. As does the original Word clothed in a baby’s flesh,... Continues ©Marjorie Dobson
Reflection/poem: Afterwards
Reflection/poem: Afterwards
by Marjorie Dobson
Reflection / Poem: Afterwards Wait! This cannot be true. This is me, Mary. I’m only a girl. Not even married. You can’t have meant me. You were not real. I’m only dreaming. None of this has happened. And it won’t happen. I can’t be pregnant. Not now. I’m engaged, but not fully ma…
Confrontation
Confrontation
by Marjorie Dobson
Confrontation Arrogant, exclusive, toffee-nosed, know-it-alls are a prime target for ridicule – and on the receiving end of plenty of it. But do they care? Not much. Usually they can easily retreat into their exclusivity, surround themselves with those of like minds and justify t…
Jacob tricked his brother Esau
Jacob tricked his brother Esau
by Andrew Pratt
Hymn/song/poem: Jacob tricked his brother Esau Fourth Sunday after Pentecost Genesis 25: 18-34 Jacob tricked his brother Esau, strange how God deals with this act; Jacob seems to go unpunished, discord sown by this one fact. Tasty stew had bought a birthright, hunger had the up…
Poem: Passion can distort our judgment
Poem: Passion can distort our judgment
by Andrew Pratt
Passion can distort our judgment, twisting love, distorting fate. Is this Adam's sin returning as endearments turn to hate? In the cold light of the morning, looking back on what we've done, even at the new day's dawning, feeling chill in morning sun. Continues... Also available …
Poem: O what a place for living, divine accommodation
Poem: O what a place for living, divine accommodation
by Andrew Pratt
Poem: O what a place for living, divine accommodation O what a place for living, divine accommodation; the dwelling place of God through every generation. Here swallows sweeping, rest from endless navigation; find a safer place, a nest for pro-creation. The cosmos is exultant, wh…
Poem: Beyond our context, out of time
Poem: Beyond our context, out of time
by Andrew Pratt
Poem: Beyond our context, out of time Beyond our context, out of time, can we believe the things we read? Are these imagined, false or fact, or signs that we should test and heed? A woman dies then finds new life, a metaphor or something real? The narrative has truth to tell in w…
Poem: To dish the dirt we need to know
Poem: To dish the dirt we need to know
by Andrew Pratt
Poem: To dish the dirt we need to know To dish the dirt we need to know the detail of a life, and advocates must understand the truth, to counter strife. Yet knowing all, the Christ of God was willing to defend a remnant, rabble, humankind, to care, to bind, to mend. A paraclete,…
Poem: This towering edifice of shining glass
Poem: This towering edifice of shining glass
by Andrew Pratt
This towering edifice of shining glass which speaks of power, of status and of class. will one day fall, a glittering shower of shards, will flutter like the children's house of cards. These temples of our vanity and pride like expectations of the crucified will lie in dust and r…
Poem - We read of cultures from the past
Poem - We read of cultures from the past
by Andrew Pratt
We read of cultures from the past where slaves were normal, commonplace. Today we look with different eyes, to keep a slave would bring disgrace. Yet people still are caught and sold, removed from family and friends, then bought, mistreated and abused. For them life’s horror neve…
Poem - Right here in the presence of loving and grace
Poem - Right here in the presence of loving and grace
by Andrew Pratt
Right here in the presence of loving and grace, see Judas is scowling, a sneer scars his face. Anointing with perfume is costly and rare, this gift could be sold giving substance to care. What need this affection, that Jesus received? It seemed to go counter to all they believed.…
Poem: Stumbling blocks