Just looking through some of the poetry here, made me wonder, how could I be so creative when I am just a normal bloke. And of course, it suddenly dawned on me that we have such a creative God and His spirit within us can stir and flow in endless creativity. So, this just came from my wonderings. My God my God, I don't know how I do it, I look at my verse with your hand running through it. I'm thinking just how can this possibly be, With such nuance and fluency coming from

Memories of an awesome mission trip to Malawi in June 2026

What a Joy to hear some praise

Memories of an awesome mission trip to Malawi in June 2026 (Some awesome times just missed the cut, So forgive me if I missed your favourite, but ... I hope this reminds you of a few, And how God used you.) Malawi team what a blessing. To help me remember, with names I've been messing. Seventeen, we made our way. Started out from JFK. With Hope in mind, For those we find. Security, customs, and all that past, We hit Tara firma in Nairobi at last. Hotel was Kozi, we stayed the

I wonder if she felt that brave, I wonder, if strong, or smart ? I wonder if she knew, it all, would somehow break my heart ?

Written during a plane trip to Poland in April 2005. Delta shadow on the wings of this flight, Sun at your back pours its radiant light. Blue lagoon sky, bubble frames cotton white, Immense is the breadth of this robe of delight. Ever amazed at this world from on high, Glimpses of snow fields and cities that lie, Far beneath, where now man's creativities lie, Breathtaking complexities, stream endlessly by. I stare and I stare, every mile of the way, These glimpses of he

from London to Stockholm in April 2007 Just as I was thinking there was nothing else but blue, Above and below. I saw this golden arc of sand – Land. Lakes and towns. Lines of cotton wool clouds, and Windmills dotted around. More lakes and towns. The clouds above are moving past – quite fast, Never seen that before, We must be low, I don’t know. Another jet crosses our path, higher, jet stream passes by overhead. Take another sip of the lunchtime wine, Its nearly teatim

Observations on a flight to Poland in 2004 …….There’s no birds up here. © 2026 Barry Wadhams There's still no birds in 2026

Why do I find myself here, all on my tod, Listening to this song 'The Goodness of God.' All my life you have been faithful, true, All my life you have been so, so good, true, With every breath that I am able, I will sing of the goodness of God. And yet here am I, alone, still wondering, just what fate has hurled, Two good lives taken, by the stains, of a wounded, broken, world. I just don't get you sometimes Lord, and it's so blooming hard to survive, Yet here, here I am,

Sunday Church is family, a place to feel at home, It took a while to be as such, but now I feel I'm known. It's all about identity. You're two, and then your one, And then you have to be quite brave, walk in, but please don't run (away). Community groups don't grow on trees, but grow, well yes they do, We prayed for more, for God to work, He's doing something new. 'You give and take away', we sang and I have done it too, It means much less, til tears are shed because you kno

A word for the church today based on the prophecy in Isaiah 59 and 60 For those of you I've rescued, I have given a new land, Don't fear the ones around you, They are given into my hand. You, are a valiant warrior, You question and I prove, So, trust me now, don't sit still, Go out and watch me move. I've chosen you, be who you are, Go in the strength you know, I'm using you, your heart is new, And surely set to grow. For, I came, I lived, I gave you light, The mystery foreve

This poem was inspired after watching a short video by evangelist Steve Lee. Feel free to watch and share. https://youtube.com/shorts/Jt1UqedFx2I?si=mTdqwdkinVvIBjyNI. I watched a little film today, The London blitz in 'WORLD' War two. And as I let that thought sink in, I have some thoughts for you. _______ I've traveled half the world or more, Its size just blows my mind, Imagining it ALL at war, Just staggering I find. Millions on millions of lives I discern,

Walking down through the town on my wanders today, Back to the car, passing folk on the way. I realised how, if I stopped and observed, I'd see hundreds of years in the lives that they've served. The lady with the walker almost bent over double, The lads looking likely or looking for trouble. The mothers with toddlers, the people with phones. The diners all munching, the kiddies with cones. Who knows what befell in their multiple lives, Brothers and sisters husbands and wive

Such a warm summer night, sharing dinner for two, A balcony overlooking the sea, such a view. With sweet talk and sweet food and ruby red wine Eyes meet not distracted your fingers touch mine. Romance is in blossom and a spark is in play, As the chemistry flows in a remarkable way. The music entices as dinner is done, And we dance holding close in the evenings late sun. And then as the sun bids goodbye for the night, We walk hand in hand, barefoot in it's light. And splash

I see it in their faces they are both feeling stressed. Imagining the argument which left them in this mess. I hope they make it through it, I've been there many times. Tomorrow will be fine again, unless we crossed the line, Where there's no coming back. Each time just drives the wedge more in and life becomes so black. Unless both are committed and determined to agree ... repair, .... One will hate the other and will never make it there. But I have no fear of friction as I

I am who I am, you made me this way. Sometimes I don't like it, but what can I say. But then you remind me in a peculiar way, Of the Ostrich and Stork and how different are they. The Ostrich she flaps but cannot take flight The stork has a plumage to soar at a height, But the Ostrich she runs like an F1 supercar, (almost). As she laughs with the joy of the Lord, what a star. And so happy are we, when we accept who we are, We're not an Ostrich, or even a car. I'm me, your you,

I make no apology for being in the tub again, After all, the day was a day without rain. And the red wine a comfort, as I sit here alone,...

... and come what may, ... did. Though they guarded the tomb, set a seal on the stone, It wasn't enough, for an Angel alone, Whose appearance like lighting and clothes white as snow, With earthquake and power moved that stone, don't ya know. And then with a plop, promptly sat on the top. The guards shook with fear and fell as men dead, 'Til the women came by, then they slunk off instead. Back to their bosses, who bribed them to say, 'As we slept, his disciples came and to

My 70th, Venice Birthday Adventure - 9th to 16th October 2018 9th October 2018 So, the adventure began. Cards all went with me for...

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