In a country church

In this church all is still,
but for the clock’s tick;
the bell ropes hang
waiting for the ringers’ tug.
The pews wait for restless worshippers
or tired travellers;
the windows send threads of sun
along the pews’ edges
and silence waits to be filled.

Something coalesces –
is it the presence of God?
or is it my racing pulse
slowing to the pace of reflected memories?
In the space,
in the silence,
in the need,
in the waiting,
there is room for God.

Christopher J Ellis

 

In my Head

In my head,
my jogging becomes a run,
bounding over ditches
and crossing the finishing line
well ahead of the field.

In my head,
my waistline diminishes,
I watch only the news on TV
and always work effectively.

In my head,
I think creatively,
wait patiently
and love constantly.

In my head,
I practise relentlessly,
exercise regularly
and pray constantly.

In my heart,
the butterfly flits,
distractions distract
and the compass needle spins.

In my heart,
sloth slides onto the sofa
and tomorrow never comes.

Lord, renew my heart
and direct my thoughts,
through Jesus Christ my Lord – really…

Christopher J Ellis