An 80’s Brummie on a musical Journey!

The television was not flat in the 80’s but chunky and heavy.

Boy George was singing from it “Do you really want to hurt me?”

Birmingham, a small part of Le Bon’s Planet Earth, my home city.

UB40’s soulful reggae filled the creaking doorways with rueful pity.

Steel Pulse bigging up revolution, the Beats mirror talking for free!

Multicultural before it was fashionable, music brought such harmony.

A melting pot of tension, soothed by Dexy’s plea to the joyful Eileen.

Two Tone tunes rescuing the working-class angst of this emerging teen.

Putting his head out, above school life towards making plans for Nigel.

Enjoying the silence of early morning waking, hearing a call of an angel.

‘Behold, I am the servant of the Lord; let it be to me according to your word.’ And the angel departed from her.

Mary’s response to the Angel Gabriel is one of faith and devotion. It is one of trusting fidelity. It is one of love, pure love.

We love statues, artwork portraying Jesus, Mary and the saints. Devotion to Mary has resulted in beautiful images of her, drawing those who look, deeper into the mystery of faith, closer to Christ who is the very object of art dedicated to Mary.

Dewfall: Even the Angels Pause to Adore!

The Old Testament of the bible introduces us to the dewfall of God’s saving, redeeming, nurturing grace.

God’s word encourages us to dwell in contemplation, within the very centre of our hearts. To allow the dewfall of the evening to soak us through in awe and thanksgiving, to enable us to constantly ponder the gift of God’s own favour, that calmly visits each day without fail.

On the anniversary of the Birmingham pub bombings.

Christ’s Ardent Love Still Burning.

August sunshine fast fades from view, as September waits in the wings.

Grey rain adorns the heavens while the approaching autumn wind sings.

This year is hurtling by straining for the finish, life’s race needs winning.

Aged bones creak, conducting livings’ symphony, a new dawn beginning.

A vibrant song of grace and gratitude flows freely from these prayerful lips.

Wisdom sought from gospel parables at pages creased by eager fingertips.

Love

Silence attracts, it has the power to overwhelm.

Descending into the catastrophic human realm.

Where breath is finite and death a moment away.

Grief is clinging, removing words, silence wins the day.

The heart breaks, shattered into fragments of memory.

Fatigue saps the soul where thought and speech are weary.

Suddenly a word breaks the stillness “love” restoring humanity.

Dispersing smothering melancholy, shaking off its’ clinging dust.

Your People Come In Procession

Gathering

with an air of waiting.

Chattering excitedly

anticipating it will be raining,

prepared for a seasonal drenching,

Pilgrims

arriving from many regions,

travelling from afar

in prayer filled pilgrimage,

to seek Mary’s maternal intercession.

Fragility

Waiting for instructions, just breathe slowly and steadily for a few moments….

Then blackness, nothingness, sleep perhaps, a time to let go of the senses.

Brittle, the ailing body trusting to another for healing, for restoration.

Fragility smothers flesh and bones, while breath soothes life’s waking sensation.

I am frailty, capturing the precious gift of once again discovering thanksgiving.

Grateful for a journey taken upon soil and concrete, this amazing grace of living.

Please all the people all the time?

Serenity Courage Wisdom

I have been called a lot of things over the years.

Friendly banter from friends, peoples and peers.

A vocation, a bridge builder not a people pleaser.

But here’s the thing, a spoiler, a tantalising teaser……

Christianity is lived when enemies are loved, those who hate are prayed for.

You can’t please all people at all times, so just be yourself at the heart’s core.

Eucharist: Love Woven

Silence covers the church this January afternoon.

The outside cold seeps inside, the air is bracing.

The bench creaks a welcome, a time to fine-tune.

Arriving to embrace stillness, slowing the hearts racing.

Frantic noise and clutter of Christmas activity fades.

Breathing a prayer of serenity amidst this advancing year.

Eager eyes seek the shelter of faith’s renewing shades.

Banishing darkness with eternal light, removing useless fear.
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