Johnx2's blog

For sufferers of cancer and all looking on, For those in supporting, with all said and done. To all folk enduring and others who care, Give peace where there’s anger, hurt or despair. Bring a smile today Lord and in your great love, Send healing and wholeness from heaven above!

Vessel brown and brittle be, created by a man like me. Moulded from the fired clay, hallowed empty for a day. Floral patterned holes to see, filled with petals – potpourii. Vessel white most lovingly, created by our God – yes me! Formed from water and from clay, Life He gives me each new day. Holy Spirit breathe on me, Fill this fired vessel my plea! (written on a Quiet Day at Brinkhill Church – opposite the pottery…

Omaha In front the beaches far below, behind the headstones row on row. A Jewish star, a Christian cross, all are marked, a life, a loss. Their sacrifice the price to pay, that we might live another day. The veterans laid their wreath with pride, honouring all young men who died. Americans, French, Italians too, shook hands, gave thanks, to those who knew. Faithful men who did return And shared with us that we might…

The Sea Oh what is it about the sea? How I wish it were certain to me. Is it the waves with their bubbling white tops? Or is it the fact that it never ends - never stops. Perhaps it’s the power it looks to possess, Or so it’s actions seem to express. One moment so calm like beauty just born, The next with the wind gives fear for a storm. With its groans and its grinds that puzzle great minds, It’s supplies of fish to…