The One Pound Coin
Struggling with shopping bags,
and my walking stick,
I smiled at the young man,
as he crouched there by Clintons,
with cap on the floor,
Begging.
Our eyes met, till he looked away.
But the guilt was mine as I,
mumbling excuses walked on.
With the difference between us
Not our postures,
but the pound I did not give.
Mike Searle
February 20, 2010
Easter Dawns
Easter dawns again.
The ugly truth about a
Man and a God,
Our God,
The one true God,
Ripped apart
Not by a dog,
Or a pack of dogs,
But by those made in his own image.
We try to look.
Try to understand,
Through the mist of time.
Was there a real risk of failure?
Could it have all gone horribly wrong?
We cannot grasp how high the stakes were.
Only let Easter dawn in our hearts again
And respond to love that knows no end.
Mike Searle
17-03-07
Silence
In silence we met,
And words melted in
Love’s sweet communion.
Time passed unwatched,
And I reached out
- Naked as Adam -
And let you clothe me
Afresh.
In silence we met,
And words melted
In Love’s sweet communion.
And I was truly known,
By the Beloved of God;
In the Silence of a Church,
And known for all eternity,
While time passed
Unheeded.
Christmas 2008
Church Bells ringing
Midnight service.
Carols sung
Communion given.
Glitzy glamour
Twinkling lights;
Presents, food
And Christmas tree.
Children laughing,
Adults groaning.
See the Queen
And fall asleep.
Snowman melting,
Presents broken;
Grumpy Adults
Crying Children.
Christmas over
Soon Be Easter.
Pack away the
Glitzy glamour.
And the Babe
Of Bethlehem?
Written at
Hartford Church
During the Bible Reading Marathon.
3rd of May, 2007
Michael Searle.
Michael Searle.. May 2007
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