POEM: VELVET SKY

Mountains collide with a velvet sky.
Stars dot the inky night
Like a tablecloth, god spread the heavens before us.

We sit, huddled,
Under a heavy duvet, on the porch,
Before Your creation.

Fluttering sunbirds have disappeared
And the night’s animals
Slinking around us, unawares.

You hold my hand, tightly,
Beneath my skin, your warmth,
Beating, vibrating heart, veins, pulse.

We are alive, in Your presence,
Lord our Father, our Creator.
Our eyes, upon You, upon your works.

THINGS WE THINK AND DON'T SAY

I've recently started dating someone whose personality is quite different to mine. It's made my ice blocks appear more like ice blocks because they have now been placed next to an oven's hot plate. A bad analogy, I know, but when you meet someone who is different it exasperates that difference. Luckily, there are also many things we have in common. But when I read this Reddit article, it made me smile, because suddenly I felt so normal again.

THE JUNGLE REFUGEE CAMP IN CALAIS

Liz Clegg is "mom" to many unaccompanied minors in the Calais refugee camp. She wrote a letter to Jamil, a 12 year old Afghan refugee, who regularly tries to get to the UK through the English Channel. I just fell in love with his smile. We are all human. We all just want a place to call home.

POEM: BE STILL