Expectantly waiting to glimpse God’s glory

Wait with expectation

for what may come

to glimpse God’s glory

as it comes.

 

To be passed by

and to see the

presence here among us

as it goes ever on.

 

Is God among us?

Do we see God passing

in the darkness?

Do we glimpse the glory?

 

In expectation let us

wait to glimpse the glory

it is here with us

if only we can see it.

 

This poem was written in response to the Presidential address of Rev’d Ruth Gee, the Presidents of Conference for the Methodist Church in Britain, 2013-14.

 

 

Liminal Moments

Liminal Moment

We stand upon a threshold

ready to step over

to face the challenges that come

and all that tomorrow shall hold

To be changed from

glory into glory

entering into a history

and an ever going story

Responding to all

that came to each

of us in many

ways as a call

Joining with near and far

in time and space

the cloud that exists

in God’s grace.

 

When the flame shall fall

When the flame shall fall

and the fire start

let us trust in you o Lord

When the flame shall fall

and the fire start

let us hope in you o Lord

When the flame shall fall

and the fire start

let us pray to you o Lord

When the flame shall fall

and the fire start

let us be in you o Lord

When the flame shall fall

and the fire start

let us go with you o Lord

 

 

Great Adventure

It’s a great adventure

where off to save the world

We’ve trained and trained

and through much strained

We’ve come this far

along past many a bar

 

It’s a great adventure

where off to save the world

Affirmed in our endeavour

for now and forever

With strength that is lent

for it be heaven sent

 

It’s a great adventure

where off to save the world

Declared by public say

Worthy are they

Upheld in all

comes the response call.

 

It’s a great adventure

where off to save the world

With the declaration ringing

as around us all are singing

In grace we can but stand

our calling in God’s hand

 

Some more poetic reflections

They But

They say the words,

But do they hear?

They do it all,

But do they know?

They take what’s given,

But do they receive?

They act it out,

But can they be?

 

Do you hear the small voice?

Do you hear the small voice

as once you did,

or has the storm

drowned it out?

 

Do you hear the small voice

as once you did,

or has the earthquake

long buried it?

 

Do you hear the small voice

as once you did,

or has the fire

burnt it out of you?

 

Do you hear the small voice

as once you did,

or is there no space

for quiet; in all you do?

 

In the still, the quiet, the fire, the earthquake, the storm,

hear the small voice as once you did.