Category Archives: empathy



Cold air penetration
Shiver to the bones
Shaking – not stirred
Time to stir-up the blood
Arms like wings exercising
Running on the spot
Shadow boxing like a ‘Pro’

A good long walk
Would be better still
Circulation in response:
De-frosting to a semi-warm glow
Head shaking – that’s ok
Reaching down for the toes
Got there in the end
Rather have – too warm – than cold


It’s that time of the day


All over the country
All over the world
That time has come
That time of the day
Regular as clockwork

Others inspiring us
Covered-cups in hands
Resolute strides from work stations
Chair-pulling canteen-screeches

First time laughter of the day
Studious look of sip
Rustling of cookies or biscuits

All kinds
All flavours
It’s Coffee Time!

Weekend catch up
News spread around
Shared – pontification of opinion
On what happened to you

“You should have done this and
You should have done that”
No expense spared – free advice

But now – the drained bottom
has been reached
The cups are cast
Heaped up in communal bin

Reluctance is the shared ‘emotion’
Back to the drawing board
Back to the grindstone
Work recommences

The Coffee has passed
into the system
and out of mind

An ordinary occurrence


It was broad daylight
But not a car in sight
As the hitch-hiker
– An almost obsolete breed –
Hitched up his thumb

Pushing his hat peek
to a new position
his thumb then
reached for the road
There it stopped in mid-air
In a fashion you all know well

A car – the first for a while
Drew up alongside

The usual inquiries were made
And off went the driver
with his new companion
Free of charge
As petrol was consumed

Chit-chat exchanges
Until the hiker grew quiet
No longer able
to maintain politeness
Then snoring – ’til the journey’s end
Which happened to be at night
When the medium sized
town was reached

Dropping off
And stopping off for ten
The driver headed on his way
Despite it being night

“What stamina”
His hiker friend reflected
“Still able to drive”
Forty miles still to the border

This old hotel will have to do
“I must finish my sleep”

Once again lifting his thumb
In response to the given key
He made his way to the room
In the gloom – of a crunchy courtyard

Collapsing of course
Across the bed
In the style of umpteen movies

Out like a light
All through the night

Still dressed –
A day in the life of
ordinary occurrences


On The Way Home


On his way home from school
The skinny-timid boy espied
A damsel in distress
Bullied by an interloper

He had forgotten about
being beaten up
by the large guy – called Large

He had forgotten about the dog
that bit him sore

He had forgotten the gang who
grabbed his lapels and
punched him

He had forgotten being
pushed around at school

He forgot the interloper was
much larger than he
as he manhandled
the pretty Linda

Before he realised it
and as though in a dream
His skinny fist shot out
across the interloper’s chin

Flabbergasted at himself
He asked the lovely Linda
‘if she was ok?’

She ran away

And the interloper lay
crying on the ground
refusing to rise

But how could this be?
He sauntered on home
bemused in the
bewilderment his
skinny fist had created


Three Became One


“How do I look?”
We cared with youthful vanity
back in the day.
Setting ourselves on display

But all of this
was longing
for acceptance
in mutual admiration society

The connections were made
That lasted and didn’t last

We grasped at life
Clinging and letting go
With equal intensity

But it was all of youth’s
interminable searching
for a soul mate
while the inner-inner man
lay dormant
starved of the true reality

A Messiah is coming
Three parts full
Vacuum gone

I fell into the water that was Living
Buoyant in spiritual love
Lovely word – redeemed
Maturing quickly and gradually
at the same time

With and in
the ups and downs
of life
– of all lives

But sustained throughout
and from then on
I was – borne up
on wings of eagles

Splendid things to come

Two become one
He governs me
with humility

Then she came
and three become one
in holy matrimony







He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me…

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He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me… (Watercolour)

Conjectured Description

Conjectured Description

A shell of a man
To all intents and purposes

Gone through – and – out – the other end
of all things most disconcerting

A brain if ever there was one
But pilloried and disposed of
Unappreciated and sidelined and
Overruled and misconstrued
Over-the-top isolation and fault finding
Buffeted from side to side
From plane to plane
Bullied in the most predatory manner

Yet coming through it all –
brain intact
And still ready for the fray
So why the ‘shell of a man?’

It took it’s toll – it left it’s mark – it cost him something – emotionally drained – morose – and disquieted within – with only steely resolve remaining intact.

His shell most abused
You will search long and hard to find the withered personality within

But he was told he is ‘still here’
By a friend who added: ‘Living to fight another day…’

And who may I ask…?

Indeed pray tell me…

Who was that man?

That was The Lone Ranger!
“faithful friend or trusty scout.”





Friend for a season?

(a Christian’s experience of new friends…)

Somebody took a chance on you
Took a chance that you were real and true

Somebody took a chance on you
That with all your profound talk
You were just ordinary and wouldn’t scoff

Wouldn’t use rough insensitive language
Whilst you gave your spiritual sandwich

They took a chance on you
On your sincerity and
despite your strongly held beliefs

Took a chance that you were warm and
not on a ‘superiority’ trip

They took a chance on you
and liked your friendship
even though their thoughts
went from
embrace to holding at arms length

They took a chance on you
but they haven’t been in touch lately…

I Corinthians 1/23 (Amplified)


Calm in the midst of terror

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Calm in the midst of terror (Watercolour)

Out of Depression


“Yes I know! – There you go!”
then – “goodbye”
the phone’s the gizmo
never before addressed with such info
but down the line the communication went
stirring inner ear vibrations in an accent
the ‘gossip’ about a girl’s success
passed from friend to friend with finesse
weeping with those who weep
rejoicing that they restored their beauty sleep
‘out of depression’ – I hear
glad they’re back up – to have it disappear
they were down, down, down – man
but something broke – they lost the ‘dead pan’
now they are fun to be around
a spring in their step – they’ve newly found
– down the gizmo – let all know
they are up and running
get’n on with their show.




Eating my peanuts one by one
Can’t say it’s any more fun
But the doc said my blood count call
Getting near – too much cholesterol

But what to do?
Not exactly a dilemma – that’s true
Still one would like to know
What food to forgo

So look at this – look at that
What to eat – what have we got?
Too much of this – too much – of fat
Chew ten nuts – instead of all that I’ve got

Restraint on hands – into the pockets
Before cholesterol skyrockets
But at the end of the day
I’m still confused – so I’d better pray

If you’re like me you want a balanced diet
To stop cholesterol running riot
Still – ‘we live to eat another day’
Well – really – what else can I say?


Stay where you are?


I have been leading prayer meetings. And preaching on a Sunday. And writing blog posts.
Art will soon be ‘SPRING-ing’ up again.
When I sort out my work shed (studio)


I would like the inhabitants of the world to do exactly what I tell them.
But I am not a betting man.
So I won’t bet on it coming to pass.

I was thinking about the many thought processes people engage in. Whether it’s some mathematical equation – or learning of a medical kind, or maybe re-reading your scientific notes on the ‘origin of the species’.

Think of the intellectual horns that are often locked in many different fields, as view opposes view. Opinion versus opinion.

A ruler named Festus said with a loud voice, “Paul, you are beside yourself! Much learning is driving you mad!” (speaking as he was to Paul the apostle).

To the average intellect – it is plain to be seen that this Ruler – was somewhat disturbed from his comfort zone, as Paul the apostle presented a message to his ears, and to those close by.

Festus was in a certain place intellectually – and cemented into his own way of going, his own way of living. Set in his ways, as we say – and feeling uncomfortable – he grasped for a response from his own reference data, filed away under the heading of *’my personal philosophy about life’.

Everybody has one of *those, so it is not hard to conclude that he was no exception.

A file containing the things we have established consciously and unconsciously that determines our lifestyle, goals, aspirations, outlook on a myriad of subjects, and – as we think in our hearts – so we are.

Enter Paul – disturber of our certitudes shaker of our mattress and bedclothes – turning-over our bed and throwing us onto the floor of his gospel.

React, react, react. Only way to handle this intruder – who has come to turn our world upside down. This would demand a change in us (were we to entertain it) – therefore ‘much learning does make him mad’, is the most comfortable response. Warding off his intrusion, and the intrusion of Christ.

‘I will stay where I am thank you very much’ – tucked up in the comfort of a bed of half-truths.

Then King (Herod-) Agrippa II, the other man in authority – responded: “You almost persuade me to become a Christian.”

And Paul said, “I would to God that not only you, but also all who hear me today, might become both almost and altogether such as I am…”

Acts 26.