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“Has God not made foolishness of the wisdom of the world?” 1 Corinthians 1:20

Yes indeed! And what an excellent job He has done. Here we are, masked like rabid dogs, falling for fear and division, and bending the collective knee to the most farcical of false narratives. The quicksands of worldly wisdom would have us all slithering blithely into the darkest depths of untruth and wrongness. And yet in the timely spirit of polarisation, the tangle of deceit that has been woven through all sectors of society is becoming increasingly palpable.

It takes more than the burying of one’s head in the sand to ignore what is taking place. It requires the entombment of the entire body of logic, reason and common sense, as well as the abandonment of the organs of feeling and intuition. It seems to me that these choices, made in ignorance, extinguish the loving spark that is present within every individual, the one that invites each one of us to care about what is real and kindle the flame of what is good. Though who am I to say? Perhaps the spark is just placed on standby.

The wonderful unravelling is underway! Last chance to choose Truth. Last chance to get right with God. Last orders at the Fallen Earth Saloon.

“For the earnest expectation of the creation eagerly waits for the revealing of the sons of God.” Romans 8:18

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Ground Zero

In the rubble of my towers 
I wander like a fool. 
Amongst shattered stones and loose mortar, 
I seek fertile ground. 

Assailed by the adverse fumes 
of urgency and aimlessness, 
I tread uncertain circles
as the hours evaporate. 

Footsteps fall on barren land -
fingers grip, feelings thrash. 
Quickening days of unknowing 
spiral into dissolution. 

Sifting through the rising remnants of memory,
I ask who my mind serves. 
The deeds of perishing flesh 
have not yet been put to rest. 

Fine lines of thought meander and meet, 
drawing themselves tightly between 
places of failing and places of healing. 

In haste, I mistake compulsion for clarity
and apathy for acceptance.
Then comes discipleship in defeat - 
with every error, debris is cleared.

The path narrows, a signal is heard. 
Aspiring to obedience, 
I knock - but not to grasp.


22nd July 2020, Somerset, England. 


 
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Remember the everlasting covenant

"The rainbow shall be in the cloud, and I will look on it to remember the everlasting covenant between God and every living creature of all flesh that is on the earth." And God said to Noah, "This is the sign of the covenant which I have established between Me and all flesh that is on the earth." 

Genesis 9:16-17
Signs of the covenant, south Somerset, England, June 2020.

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Frontiers

“Before we come to that which is unspeakable and unthinkable, the spirit hovers on the frontiers of language, wondering whether or not to stay on its own side of the border, in order to have something to bring back to other men. This is the test of those who wish to cross the frontier. If they are not ready to leave their own ideas and their own words behind them, they cannot travel further.”

Thomas Merton, No man Is an island
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Gifts of inheritance

The gifts of inheritance are laced with poison, 
venom passed on from fathers to sons. 
Hand-me-down wounds left to fester perpetually
numb fragile selves to both spirit and touch. 

Captive to idols and slow sinking blindly, 
ancestral illusions asphyxiate thought. 
Unbound and unbidden we turn and return 
from healing of silence to near noise of death.

1st July 2020, Somerset, England