‘With Christians, a poetical view of things is a duty. We are bid to colour all things with hues of faith, to see a divine meaning in every event’.

Cardinal Newman

A poem can say so much in just a few words. Many of us will have poetry we heard or read, possibly many years ago, but which we remember and maybe can still quote. A poem can cause us to look at life’s experiences in a different way. It can reflect our praise and worship in a fresh way. Just as the Holy Spirit inspired the Psalmists, may He inspire us to write words which, in turn, can inspire others.

Here are some of the many I have written over the years. Others will appear in the Facebook Group (use the link) and even short ones on the Twitter page (use the link for ‘Christ’s Body The Church’. Please email any poems you have written to be considered for inclusion.



Mumurings, beneath the surface of life.
The earth shudders, like cogs grinding to a halt.
Perhaps the hand is moving to compel
Life-forces to sound the death bell.
The dragon fears its final revenge
Is imminent. Helpless to defend,
Its hopes shattered to pieces
By the warrior on the cross.
Lay the earth bare,
Erase all the memories
Of self-driven demons
Who thought they owned empires,
Estates and the masses.
Lift up the pained and penniless
To the mighty throne.
Restore creation in all its glory,
And harmony.
Hear the loud Amen!



Dare we begin to crucify the mind,
Inflicting pain, admitting all we know
Is based on false assumptions. Leave behind
The intellectual myth we have allowed to grow.

Replenishing wisdom means turning to Him,
The One who crucified His life for us to live.
As much as we resist, we must begin
Relinquishing greed. We must learn to give.

Prepared as He was to live and die,
Rescuing us from satan's sharpened claws,
How little is required for us to try
To turn to Him, as His salvation draws.



Recover what you always hoped you gave.
The singer and the song may live again,
Communicating with a soft refrain.
The purpose of the words always to save.
The melody is caught upon a wave
In tandem they exalt the Saviour's reign,
Cry freedom, for Mankind is won through pain -
The One who died, exalted from the grave.

I know I have a reason to believe.
I know my Saviour lives, and lives in me.
The gentle Holy Spirit has revealed.
Repent in faith, for sure you will receive
His Spirit, and a song of victory.
The purposes of God are not concealed.



Now, overtures are silent.
The wait goes on
For the final overcoming.
Evil exudes encouragement,
Believing it has control,
Half-knowing there will be
A bitter end.
Recoiling at the thought
That truth and love
Will finally overcome,



You lead me on to where I need to go,
Sometimes squealing, for my freedom You resign
To let me have my way. And so I grow,
Through painful understanding. Your design
Is to produce perfection. Not here and now,
But in the life to come I will receive
A full explanation, that with the vow
I made to follow You. Those words 'I believe',
Set in motion a process, which, though painful,
Will matter to me when the race is run.
And through the honing process I will gain full
Pardon, when I kneel before the Son.



Now the plaintive Christmas choirs
Lend their sound to receptive ears,
As the festive season returns.
Christ the babe echoes throughout -
Yet many ears are deaf to the message -
Minds encumbered with what needs
To be done, to survive
The pressing celebrations.
If only we could really see,
Hear and smell the stable,
Feel the cold of a winter's night,
Sense the ache in Joseph's limbs,
Know the doubts in Mary's mind.
Surely - not here -
In this rat-infested place -
The Son of God?