Fruits of the Spirit

This is my Desire

This is my desire
To honour and serve my Lord
To love my neighbour
Seek the lost, and sign-post God
Speak truth and justice always

written in response to today’s prompt at The Daily Post

Spirit Fire Ignite

Spirit fire, ignite!
As your flames kiss my heart’s cheeks –
Grow my love anew

written in response to this week’s prompt in the RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge – ‘flame and kiss’

Bygones, Begone

“The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.”
― L.P. Hartley, The Go-Between

The past counts many nations
Amongst life’s jigsaw cartography
Some remaining fondly cherished
Ohers which rail hard against me still

Enemies haunting my countenance
False allies clouding my mind
Tarnishing my memory’s mirror
Whetting Accusation’s bladed tongue

‘Til a storm of harsh self-loathing
Consumes its pathway, and destroys
So man can no longer feign appeasement
Becoming once again, with himself at war

Lord let me forget the former things
Leaving them adrift in progress’ wake
Let me well not within the past,
May the bygones, be truly gone

Exorcising the unfulfilled,
Let me live now for this present age
Banishing all ungodliness
Seeking first and ever, Your righteous path

Let me hope in You for the future things
As they spring forth; let me perceive;
Give my heart’s eye Your Spirit’s foresight
And may my hands and mouth serve Your plans

written in response to today’s prompt at The Daily Post

Arise, Divine Muse

Arise divine muse
Firing imagination
Bring dreams and visions
Inspire all God’s children
Bring glimpses of Heaven here

written in response to today’s daily prompt at The Daily Post

Muse of Fire

‘O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention’

– William Shakespeare, Henry V Act I Scene I

‘When the day of Pentecost came,
they were all together in one place.
Suddenly a sound like the blowing of a violent wind came from heaven
and filled the whole house where they were sitting.
They saw what seemed to be tongues of fire
that separated and came to rest on each of them.
All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit
and began to speak in other tongues as the Spirit enabled them.’

– Acts 2:1-4

Smoothed by Living Water

stones in the stream

As the river smoothed
Five small stones which David chose
To slay Goliath;
So the Spirit disciples
We may slay our own giants

written in response to today’s daily prompt at The Daily Post today’s daily prompt at The Daily Post


Sowing what is reaped
Angry is as angry does
Try mercy instead

written as a further response to today’s daily prompt at The Daily Post

Orderly Worship

Building up God’s church
Gift of tongues interpreted
Eager prophecy

written in response the daily prompt at The Daily Post: ‘orderly’, and inspired by 1 Corinthians 14 (ESV)

Further Footprints


Many will be familiar with the prosaic poem, ‘Footprints in the Sand’:

One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord. Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there were two sets of footprints, other times there was one only.
This bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat,
I could see only one set of footprints, so I said to the Lord,
“You promised me Lord, that if I followed you, you would walk with me always. But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life there has only been one set of footprints in the sand. Why, when I needed you most, have you not been there for me?”
The Lord replied, “The years when you have seen only one set of footprints, my child, is when I carried you.”
– Mary Stevenson, 1936

I imagined a continuation . . .

“Further down the beach Lord, once again I see only one set of footprints,
but that was at a time of my life when my faith was strongest – I don’t understand”
The Lord replied, “When you drew nearest to me, was when we walked in step my child:
No longer alongside one another, but with you following the path which I trod,
And every step falling within the footprints I made in leading you.”

Out of Death, Abundant Life

Wheat sheafs die to self
Withering, their grain released
To give birth new crops
Kissing the earth’s dark base soil
To bless and burst forth new fruit

written in further response to today’s Daily Post daily prompt, and inspired by John 12:24 (ESV):
Truly, truly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit.”