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Meditation/ poem: God’s testimony
Meditation/ poem: God’s testimony
by Marjorie Dobson
Meditation/ poem: God’s testimony It’s not always easy to keep on believing in God. It may be possible to say that we believe, but in our heart of hearts to know that there is doubt and uncertainty. We are rational beings, or we arrogantly proclaim we are. And in that arrogance l…
Poem: Empty words
Poem: Empty words
by Marjorie Dobson
Empty words from those who live in luxury and despise the poor. Empty words from those who enquire after the sick, but never visit them. Empty words from those who offer hollow sympathy, but never weep with those in sorrow. Empty words... Continues ©Marjorie Dobson
Poem: Ignorance
Poem: Ignorance
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: Ignorance Peter was not known for caution, spoke too often without thinking, but when faced with hostile questions found, for once, the words to answer. Gave his witness with great courage, led by late-gained inspiration. Could it be with new self-knowledge, stirred by guil…
Poem: Strange witnesses
Poem: Strange witnesses
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: Strange witnesses Strange witnesses to chose – who had been speaking of unbelievable stories, now imagining ghostly happenings, not believing their own eyes, Strange words Jesus chose – ‘Peace be with you,’ offered to frightened minds scared by his presence and looking for …
Poem: Palm Sunday
Poem: Palm Sunday
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: Palm Sunday Don’t know much about horses. Don’t know much about donkeys for that matter. Do know that colts can be nervous and jumpy. Know they need to be trained for a rider. Know they have to get used to noises. Know they shy away from sudden movements. Know they need car…
Poem: What the Devil …?
Poem: What the Devil …?
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: What the Devil …? The Devil tempting Jesus in the desert didn’t wear a red body stocking and a cloak, or carry a pitchfork, or have a black beard and fierce eyes, and there was certainly no tail to be seen. That would have given the game away far too easily. No, The Devil t…
Poem: Without love
Poem: Without love
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: Without love Could it be that we are so convinced that we are Christians that we cannot see our lack of true compassion? Proud preachers parade their words in public, but privately can be prone to apathy. Richly robed religious leaders ride alongside royalty and rearrange r…
Poem: A birth
Poem: A birth
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: A birth Lonely, frightened and bewildered they wandered, with no place to stay and a crisis coming on them imminently. Doors and windows spilled light and noise, but there was no space to welcome their weariness; no warmth to wrap around their cold discomfort. Turned away a…
Poem: Expectation
Poem: Expectation
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: Expectation That first faint fluttering of movement seems so insignificant that it can be dismissed as imagination. As the days pass and the growing continues and the stirring becomes stronger, then the realisation dawns that new life is beginning to make its presence felt.…
Meditation/poem/prayer: If love is the centre of God’s being
Meditation/poem/prayer: If love is the centre of God’s being
by Marjorie Dobson
Meditation/poem/prayer: If love is the centre of God’s being If love is the centre of God’s being and we are surrounded by that love, why is it that we find it so hard to love certain other people? Is it a matter of overcoming prejudice? Jesus did that. Is it a matter of disagree…
Poem: Covenant
Poem: Covenant
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: Covenant A covenant of love is made between two people who are committed to each other and want to share their lives with each other. Each enters into the covenant with the intention of giving all to a lifelong relationship. All is done in good faith and with the best of mo…
Poem: Ash Wednesday
Poem: Ash Wednesday
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: Ash Wednesday Ashes come from crosses, symbolically palm-leafed for joyful jubilation, yet shaped for betrayal and condemnation. Crosses carried last Lent as emblems of enlightenment and hand-held holiness, now tired and tainted by a year of faults and failing to follow the…
Poem: The Mountain Top
Poem: The Mountain Top
by Marjorie Dobson
Luke 9: 28-36 Poem: The Mountain Top High, high into the mountains we climbed with him, higher than we had ever climbed before. He led us on up steep and rocky pathways made by wild animals and a few stray sheep. Shrouded, clouded was the mountain top he aimed for, invisible to t…
Poem: Call to speaking
Poem: Call to speaking
by Marjorie Dobson
Poem: Call to speaking God speaks and calls to speaking those who have the right potential, or the yet-unknown ability, to answer to the call. Confident or feeling hopeless, ordinary or unusual, any age will be accepted, inclusivity, the norm. For God knows why each is chosen, as…
Poem: Morning light