Good Friday is coming up, with its grief and pain, and we can’t get to Easter without it. Somehow we always go through dark places before we come to the light and joy, but we remember …
A RIDE INTO GETHSEMANE
lean your bike
against an olive tree 
notice the dust
skirl as you walk
to where you think
betrayal happened
there’s no sign of prayer
or brandished swords
no words strung on branches
whispering ‘it’s him’
only a flash of wing
as a bird takes flight
a movement of dirt
under the breeze
a shiver in your spine
and sweat on your hands
To Bethlehem: ‘This little book is delightful, full of … poems on this timeless subject. … the most fun is the little prose vignettes of the common people in the Christ-child story. The slave who looks after the wise men’s camels, or the overworked maid at the inn who has to fetch water for the birth, and many more. A lovely gift for the reader on your Christmas list!’ Rosalind Adams. Available from Amazon and Kindle.
Looking forward to Easter, and your company!
Keeping you in prayer, so I’m with you all the way:-)