This conference workshop gave us time
To ponder poetry and then write a quick rhyme.
Gathered for sharing and caring and bearing
Each other, by tearing, repairing and daring.
Still, without a smile, the speaker stood,
Ravishing our minds with Wells of God.
Shining of the seal of love in Solomonic strains
of the absent present, and the Spirit's reins.
Before, I thought I understood it
Baptism seemed so simple
Washing, drowning, rising, drying
Happy parents, baby crying
Sam wells complicated 'simple'
Made profoundly unifying mystery of it
Now I know that past is lost
and future's lost as fear of both
denies me present tense at all,
But I'm forgiven by divine cost
and riven Curtain, resurrection, both
give back my hope, my life my all.
St Martin in the Fields gave us a
precious gift, we heard
a complex mystery unfold
Dripping grace - simplicity
Creation cracked to let the light shine in
Beauty needs its flaw, salvation needs its sin
Don't let your thoughts go to sleep in your head
Your life's in your mind and without it - you're dead.
Let enough breeze whisper in through your ears
To blow round your brains and unleash your ideas.
Let enough moisture leak out through your eyes
To weep the compassion that falls from the skies.
My faith is so often comes and goes
and has the feel of silken hose:
It's good to know that God hangs in
Despite my waywardness and sin.
Imagination - a transformational thing
makes new transitions of the churches bling
Imagination de- construction
Guaranteed to cause a ruction.
Imagination running wild
At last to Holy Spirit reconciled.
Wet feet, trail from restless sea,
imprints of eternity,
all paved, and planted, like a kiss
A human breath, and God's caress.
I came here tired and thinking I was done
Tough shell but just cardboard inside, no cement
But memories reordered and reassessed condition
I go home full of re-enchantment.
Together onwards we journey, aware of our needs
Of a God who challenges, moves,inspires and feeds.
Many thanks to all the participants.