The Bible

Ringing through this collections of poems is a great love for the Holy Bible, and a simple theme, that if the Bible is to have any meaning it has to be relevant to our present lives. There are many poems that take the reader to the heart of a Bible story, challenging one to consider the reality of what actually happened, – did Moses see a burning bush that was not consumed, were five thousand really fed from just five loaves and two fishes, was a violent tempest stilled? Were sin, disease and death really overcome? And interwoven with these Biblical accounts in verse or prose are other poems that show a searching out of thought and realisation that can be summarised in the simple knowledge that God is Love.

The earnest expectation is that for any reader any one of these poems may find for them an angel thought that brings comfort and healing, and whispers of God’s love. The lightest touch is all it takes for the gentle kiss of inspiration to overcome the direst circumstance and leave healing, peace and reconciliation.

Here am I

“There is a lad here, which hath five barley loaves, and two small fishes: but what are they among so many?” John 6:9

I have followed this man for most of the day.
He came past my village as the sun’s warmth was burning through the early mist.
I had just collected the food for the family, five loaves and two fishes.
He smiled at me. I joined the growing crowd.

He has stopped again. He is speaking.
I can hardly see him for the numbers that have gathered.

Everyone is listening.
It is as if he is talking to each of us directly. To everyone, heart to heart.
I hear everything he is saying.
There is a feeling of love all around.

I think he is the Messiah.

The sun has sunk low; there is a coolness in the air.
Someone next to me is hungry, sees the food I am carrying.
“No, it’s not for sale”.
Somebody else speaks to me:
“Please come to the Master”.

What can he want with me?
All I have is five loaves and two fishes.

“You can have them”.

Mummy, Daddy, couldn’t you guess where I’ve been? How can I tell you what happened……There must have been well over five thousand people there….I gave all our food to this man called Jesus……He blessed it, brake it, and gave to everyone from what little I ‘d given….I sat at the front, ….eating,……watching… twelve baskets were left over!!……He took my hands,….talked with me, ….said I could never lack… make my life as the loaves and fishes.

Mummy, Daddy, look! He restored them to me! Here are the loaves and fishes!

Father-Mother God: Here am I.*

*See I Sam. 3: 16

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