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Times and Seasons - And this is war
Times and Seasons - And this is war
by Andrew Pratt
And this is war Imagination is not enough. The squalor appals. And this is war. It is now and then, always and hereafter. Sebastopol or Sarajevo, Somme or Sri Lanka, Vietnam Nam, Afghanistan. No romance here, heroism - sometimes; fear mostly. Driven by hunger for power, for posse…
Times and Seasons - And Christ was there
Times and Seasons - And Christ was there
by Andrew Pratt
And Christ was there And Christ was there, breathless, crumpled, tattered now; and mud-besplattered. Tears of weariness and anger, drained of strength by dancing danger. Continues... Andrew Pratt (born 1948) Words © Stainer & Bell Ltd, London, England, www.stainer.co.uk. Please …
Times and Seasons - Now the poppy petals flutter
Times and Seasons - Now the poppy petals flutter
by Andrew Pratt
Now the poppy petals flutter The updraft twisted yellow mist, ominous weave of gaseous death. And now the poppy petals flutter. Another updraft, drifting, lifting, each single petal turning end over end. Continues... Andrew Pratt (born 1948) Words © 2014 Stainer & Bell Ltd, Londo…
Poem: Oh why are we searching from cradle to manger?
Poem: Oh why are we searching from cradle to manger?
by Andrew Pratt
Poem: Oh why are we searching from cradle to manger? Luke 2: 41-52 Oh why are we searching from cradle to manger? From Christmas to Easter God comes as a stranger. From Bethlehem's stable, a child in a temple, two people in exile, a man with a temper, Beyond all the tinsel the st…
Poem: Evil intention, skilful deception
Poem: Evil intention, skilful deception
by Andrew Pratt
Poem: Evil intention, skilful deception Evil intention, skilful deception, Herodias plotting, bent on revenge; heart fired by hatred, nothing now sacred, John's words of judgment she'd need to avenge… Continues Andrew Pratt (born 1948) Words © 30/6/2012 Stainer & Bell Ltd, Lond…
Reflect on what young Isaac felt
Reflect on what young Isaac felt
by Andrew Pratt
Poem, song, hymn: Reflect on what young Isaac felt Second Sunday after Pentecost Genesis 22: 1 – 14 Reflect on what young Isaac felt, incomprehension, frozen fear; Moriah's mount, the steady climb, the place of death was drawing near. Reflect on what his father felt, this preciou…
Poem: Wine and Spirit
Poem: Wine and Spirit
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: Wine and Spirit ‘Don’t get drunk with wine,. Be filled with the Spirit.’ You know, there are some people who would totally misinterpret that message. You can hear them saying it, can’t you? ‘Keep off the wine, but spirits are fine!’ So off they go, drinking to excess, los…
Poem: Act of God
Poem: Act of God
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: Act of God Flesh and blood, torn apart daily in conflict, terror, crime, torture, accident or Act of God. Act of God, they say. As if a vindictive God oversaw all disaster as an event planned for satisfaction of some unknown purpose. Continues... ©Marjorie Dobson
Reflection/Poem-I know my place
Reflection/Poem-I know my place
by Sue Brown
I know my place (Luke 14:7-14) I know my place. I’ve climbed the ladder of success: Acquiring knowledge And developing the right skills. I’ve learnt who to impress And who can be ignored. I don’t waste my time On those who are a waste of space. I’ve put in the hard graft And feel…
The Women's Bible Commentary - Speaking Again about Love
The Women's Bible Commentary - Speaking Again about Love
by SPCK - Newsom, Ringe and Lapsley
Speaking Again about Love As it draws to a close, the Song returns to the mode in which it began, with a series of shorter speeches by the woman, the man, and, in 8:5, the Jerusalem women. As in the opening section, the transitions from one topic to another are more abrupt…
Barefoot Prayers - When the silence stops
Barefoot Prayers - When the silence stops
by SPCK - Stephen Cherry
An introduction in three parts When the silence stops Let me come clean. This collection of prayers, some of which are more poetic than others, was not written for Lent. It was not written for publication. It was not even written as a collection. And yet there is a common theme..…
Poem: The cost of living