Sermons And Gubbins

This poem was written for Advent 2025. I tried to turn in themes of waiting, urban life and ancient wisdom. I hope you enjoy reading it! The Adventure Now is not the time. The sky is thick cement But the buildings shine  like the sun is aching to be set free from breeze-block and reinforced glass. The angels in the architecture are moments away from singing An overture to crack the concrete heavens. Their wings almost twitching as they noiselessly clear their marbled throats. But not now… Not yet… Now is not the time. Now, the world is silent. It is more patient than I. Have you ever heard silence echo? The shutters not yet opened. The fluorescence inside the buildings almost beginning to flicker. The first tinglings of a hum. The faintest hint of incense. Not yet… Not yet… Every movement is considered. Every sound has meaning. Forecasts and prophesies  Carried fresh on gale-force winds. North Utsire, South Utsire Isaiah, Zechariah  Lundy, Fastnet, German Bite Malachi and...

This poem was written for our November Church Poetry group; the theme was Paper. I hope you enjoy reading it! T E A R Paper bags Paper planes Paper flags Paper chains  Paper tigers  Paper cats Paper boats  Paper hats  Paper cups Paper plates Paper clips Paper weights Paper kisses Paper dolls Paper bridges Paper trolls Paper trails Paper crowns Paper smiles Paper frowns  Paper work Paper trays Paper months  Paper days  Paper hours  Paper wings Paper flowers Paper rings Paper hearts Paper knives Paper cuts Paper lives