Wednesday 23 May 2007

Goodbye for a while

Hi there,

you may have noticed that I haven't updated this blog on Sunday. this is because I am pausing Lay Up Treasures for a while. I set off from home five days ago to begin a summer-long backpacking trip around Britain. this means that I've decided, sadly, to leave Lay Up Treasures behind for a time.

It's not all doom and gloom though. if you are interested, you can follow my journey on my brand-new blog: www.travelbritain.blogspot.com.

In the meantime, thanks for everyone's support who has been following Lay Up Treasures. Goodbye and God bless.

Craig

Sunday 13 May 2007

XXXVII: Your love

Your love.
It fits.
Like a glove.

It fills.
Me up.
Like coffee.
In a cup.

O Your love.

It fits.
Like a glove.

Sunday 6 May 2007

XXXVI: Reassurance

The past is a burden.
‘No it isn’t.’

The present is difficult.
‘No it isn’t.’

The future is scary.
‘No it isn’t.’

No it isn’t.

Sunday 29 April 2007

XXXV: Can you see Him?

O flower, can you see the Lord?
Can you hear Him?
Can you feel Him?
Turn your face up to the Lord,
And you will see Him.

O moon, can you see the Lord?
Can you touch Him?
Can you reach Him?
Turn your face toward the Lord,
And you will see Him.

O mountain, can you see the Lord?
Can you call Him?
Can you need Him?
Bear your face before the Lord,
And you will see Him.

Sunday 22 April 2007

XXXIV: The things that I do

I make my breakfast.
I eat my breakfast.
I wash the dishes.
These are the things that I do –

And I do them with You.

I put my shoes on.
I go out.
I come back.
I take my shoes off.
These are the things that I do –

And I do them with You.

I sit down.
I close my eyes.
I ponder.
I yawn.
These are the things that I do –

And I do them with You.

Sunday 15 April 2007

XXXIII: The way to heaven

I met some people,
And asked them the way to heaven.

The first said,
“Climb this ladder – see, angels are going back and forth through the clouds, heralded by trumpets. You will arrive in glory!”
So I started to climb.
But I fell off.

The second said,
“I have a needle here. If you can concentrate and squeeze through the eye, heaven is waiting on the other side. Peer closely and you can see it – all the rest and comfort you could desire!”
So I started to squeeze my way through.
But I got stuck.

The third said,
“Follow that narrow path over there. It’s a long way, but the road is straight, and look – you can see Paradise in the distance, glinting with pearls!”
So I set off down the path.
But I fell by the wayside.

I was weary, battered and bruised.

But a fourth man came to me, with unkempt hair, and said,
“Pick up a lump of wood, and walk this way.”

So I followed Him.

Sunday 8 April 2007

XXXII: The edge

After Appollinaire

“Come back, come back from the edge,”
They cried.
And then he fell.

“Perhaps he was unhappy.”
“Perhaps all his life he was living a lie.”
“Perhaps he wasn’t right in the head.”
Or perhaps he knew that he could fly.