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(thought for the New Year)

And what profound statement
will you make now?
What statement
that will revolutionise
everyone’s life?

Is it a statement of

And will it be taken by all?
Will it penetrate their lives
To produce effects of
gigantean multiplicity?

To all – to all
I will say
this statement
is coming your way

But let’s be honest
You won’t all buy
No matter how much I try
The statement will
pass you by

Too many antibiotics
Immune you become

Immune to statements of
gigantean import

Unless you break a mind-set
and set your will
to swallow a
health giving pill

Tomorrow you will
continue as you were

For I propose you find it
contrary to your physical eye

My statement to glean?:

Look at the things that are unseen…

(II Corinthians 4/18)


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

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


New Blog



Hesitantly I invite you to visit my new blog.
I say hesitantly for purely technical reasons. Because of the technical knowledge de-motivation mode that I’m usually in (ie knowledge as a result of necessity, rather than ‘Yippee! lets set up a blog’ – standpoint, if you get my gist?).

I haven’t worked out the technical side, in other words.

As in e.g. where did the ‘Page’ I just set up go to!?

I’m pretty sure there are a myriad of things I am not doing to ‘spread’ either of my two blogs to a wider audience – but I try to engage in life outside of blogging, so I’m afraid I’m relaxed over who (i.e. numbers) reads ‘seeds…’ or this new blog.

Anyway –
Posts are appearing, and that’s the main thing.

The Blog is named: ‘The Bible Returns’, and the other Christian name that my parents gave me (which I’m not too keen on) refers to yours truly (Ken) as Douglas.

Those at all familiar among the 3 hundred and something (I haven’t looked at statistics for months) – followers – will know I speak of ‘different hats’ that I wear. My Preacher hat is
donned almost exclusively now at ‘The Bible Returns’.

The Blog is primarily Bible Teaching for Christians but not exclusively.
So feel free to have a look.

Have a good day – have a day of Revelation.


Strength for the day

Strength for the day

When you begin the journey of your day
Do you stop to think in any way?
“Pause for thought” as they say
Prayer is free – no need to pay
Before you face the crowd’s sway
Let your yea be yea and your nay be nay
You will be challenged in the fray
Misunderstood on life’s speedway
But ask for God’s strength – that’s okay
Jesus won’t let you down Sunday to Saturday



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







The Manufacturer’s Way


Silk purse from a sow’s ear
Ain’t gonna happen
Water from a stone?

Buttermilk when there’s
no butter?

Still life
of a moving target?

Over exuberant TV presenter
with nothing reserved for emphasis

Guarded words from the Magistrate
Ineffective for the closed-off criminal

You advance to engage
Make friends
Show yourself friendly

much under-estimated
because of it’s bad press

as purses and sow’s ears
don’t gel

There is always
using them for something else.

Nothing is worthless
Though you may feel that way

Let me encourage you –
Find yourself a new potter
to make you – anew

Using the clay you provide
But you must learn the manufacturer’s way

He strips down and replaces
He washes your feet to show
the alternative way
He offers the towel for you to dry
He puts you through the processes
until you come out – shining bright

And watches to see if blemishes
and need removed again

His eternal patience leaves us aghast

How can such as He
Remain with such as me?

what is man that you are mindful of him?
The Great Potter – remakes the clay

Find the manufacturer’s way




The value of value

The value of value

Indiscriminate value

“That’s worth it…”
Highly valued…

Value – please explain

The value people put on things

There it is at the market place
Many monies I pay

There it is –
older –
once used

twice removed
little monies I pay

The artist’s conglomerate
to make a ‘bob or two’
You do the background
I the fore
You mix the paint
I will apply to twelve at once
Churned out –

Standard image

with no thought-standard

Conveyor belt stuff

“Get what you can for it…”

Superficial value –
No love or tender care

Supply and demand
300% mark-up
Somebody’s creaming it.

Nostalgic value to the robbed.

Value contrasts:
The rich pay to indulge
The poor pay to survive

value-added tax

the values of life

Your values
My values
do not coincide


Value and
what is able
to be valued
to remain

Longevity counts
for value

Your valued life
in the hands of
the surgeon

eroded to:
just making a name
for himself(?)

More earnings
to buy valuables

Human life?
thousands and
thousands –
wiped out

too overwhelming
for the brain
to process

thought us
valuable enough
to die for

enough to enter the mystery
of His chosen punishment

to remove the sting
of destroying sin

Value –
Christ forsaken –
‘we esteemed Him
Smitten by God,
and afflicted’.

becoming valueless

that true value
be restored.






The Pile

Things at the top of the pile
Things to the forefront
Things most popular
Most likes – most publicity
Most held views
Most educationists conclude…
Majority lifestyles
Everyday philosophy
Working down the pile now…
Another esteemed trend
Everybody doing it
That’s where they all go
Everybody is at this
The consensus has it…
The polls say…
We have long abandoned that…
The post-modernist view is…
Eclectic religious mix
Entering the last third of the pile…
Redundant – defunct – obsolete
Nothing down here to consider
The relegated view
At the bottom of the pile
Not popular to think that way anymore…
In the minority
We have moved-on now
It’s 2017
And last – and for some – the least…
The gospel of Jesus Christ.

But beyond the pile of popular belief – stands the hidden treasure – the incorruptible – the only true.
John 1/11:  He came to His own, and His own did not receive Him.…



Rhyme Walk


‘You are a spot on the ceiling of existence’
Too cold – try again
‘You are a cell in the kaleidoscope of history’
So so –  one more:
‘You are unique – and an individual specimen
of human kind’

You are a person as all person’s we be

One only is you
Never again is you
What will you do?

Can you spin like a top?
Can you cook in a pot?
Can you try harder next time?
Can you lie back and unwind?
Can you cause a storm?
Can you sleep in a dorm?

Norm – ally I wouldn’t ask you these things
But I am bringing it all back home
As we speak
So – rhyme just to ease your mind
I’m doing this to see what I find

I’m simply taking rhyme for a walk
(- as I allow myself this indulgence)
But really there ain’t much sense in my talk.

Now at this you might balk(?):
But I like the word-play game
Isn’t it a large part of the word domain?

None of this I hasten to add
Has any form of real wisdom
Or desirable worthwhile truth

I just like enjoying the pattern on the curtain
Of a Riddle’s-esque design

Colour enrichment
– with emotion – oft doth chime


The language of truth and light
That’s a whole other ball game
No entertainment there
Just profound reverent awe of God

As the King of kings steps into the ring
against darkness
And fights to win your battle

Offering you His title:
To be received with thanks

But note – He is not mocked
in any shape or form

To Him I will answer –
But He is not too severe –
but severe still
towards all that destroys.

Glad I got here into something more
grave and profound

I lost the rhyme
but – true truth – has been found.



Calm in the midst of terror

calm in the midst of terror
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.