A Party Split

They split the party

Went separate ways

And thus were weaker

In subsequent frays

Warriors without a healer

A mage without support

A bard with no audience

And things of that sort

And what did they learn

From this error so basic?

It makes for a good novel

But not for the game in your basement



It wasn’t really that long ago, that vaguely remembered time that we call “before.” Before the pandemic, before Brexit; before – when we still had a queen. Where has that time gone? How have we arrived to this place we refer to a now, when the Pound is at an all time low, and politicians are rewarding millionaires for the accomplishment with tax cuts that are equivalent to the annual wages of two nurses. Don’t forget this is all in the name of “growth.” If this is growth, I would rather descend back to my “smaller” self, the one I was before.



Photo credit Sarah Whiley

When at night being followed

By thugs at your back

Head for this alley, where the comic book heroes attack

Batman and Spidey, Punisher and Daredevil too

Might be lurking above, just for you

No need to feel guilty for what ensues in this place

Just walk on calmly and continue forward to face

What happens to villains, is all down to them

It will teach them a lesson, till their ways they amend


Your Inner Compass

Still waters run deep,

So it is said

Your thoughts are your own,

Deep inside your head

Others cannot know

If your words match your point of view

For your outward expressions

May not be true

It is here that integrity becomes a thing

For honest conversation reward does bring

For while others you may think you fool

It diminishes the soul

Which self-destructive and ultimately cruel


Foundations of Love

Love is always seeking the best

Not for yourself, but for all the rest

It is kind and patient, willing to forgive

Always prepared second chances to give

It flows from a spirit that is with God in touch

Remembering that He loved and forgave us so much

Love is in the end not about what we can get

But more about giving to all we’ve met


Pastor Vince gave an inspiring yet challenging message drawn from Romans 13 and I Corinthians 13 which serve as the theme of this post.

Touching Base


We had hoped to meet up for lunch, but with work schedules and such not, that didn’t really work.  Dinner was equally problematic as we both had families.   After dinner we would have kids to tuck in, and then it wasn’t viable to go out afterwards.   So here we sat at seven in the morning on the rail platform touching base and slurping a Starbuck’s before going our separate ways.  So much for “best friends forever.”  What can I say? Life happens.


As Quiet Grows

As night descends and the sun goes down

And quiet grows around the town

The din of traffic continues to decrease

And domestic sounds are all that interrupt the peace

The air cools and moods chill too

And you finish off the last things to do

Then in that stillness you can begin your rest

It is in those hours that I’m at my best



Able to cope with all that comes

Recovering quickly from what may beset

I’m not sure if snowflakes do

For where they were – is just something wet

Have we somewhere lost our way

When dealing with life’s day to day?