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.

Reach Out And Touch The Hem

Reach out and touch the hem

Condemned unclean these many years, No hope of healing, just of tears. Physicians tried but can’t replace The emptiness of “helpless case”. But I’ve just heard a diff’rent view, – Is it gossip or really true? A man is healing everyone, Whether a parent, daughter, son. The question is can he heal me, Infirm these years for all to see? The habit of illness hard to shake: The thought of healing makes me quake! I ask around. He’s coming here! This Jesus, this amazing seer. A man runs shouting “Look at me! I was born lame and now I’m free!” Another shout and further joy; A mother hugs her little boy. The crowd it gathers steadily. This man approaches, will pass me! I see Love in his eyes, incredible light, The look of assurance and infinite might. The crowds throng him closely, just how to get near, Don’t want him to see me, I feel awesome fear. The sounds of rejoicing resound with a din. I move among people that clamour for him. The love that just shines from this wonderful man Gives me a confidence that nothing else can. I know it sounds silly but I know this much All that is needed is the most gentle touch! I get nearer and nearer, just one person behind, My heart skips a beat as I reach out my hand! “Who touched me?!” Mocking his question, each in turn, Disciples have yet much to learn, For I feel deep salvation pure, The love of Christ my holy cure. But now in health I am not hid And I must do as I am bid. In wondrous fear I answer his call, Declare that touch, which simply heals all. He speaks again, with strength of Soul, “Daughter thy faith hath made thee whole; Go in peace.” that’s all that he said, But I’m now free from my sick bed. Oh how to share with each of you The meaning of just what is true: We all can banish every doubt, By simply this: just reaching out.                                                                                         Luke 8: 43-48

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