Writer’s Block

   To feel the urge to write but to have nothing to write about. Or, more so to not have the will to write about things one wants to write about, rather, than them not being there to write about. So, instead to relieve the incessant flow of mental diarrhoea I shall write about nothing. … More Writer’s Block

Refugee Man

Where is my home? The world tells me the places and feelings that are my home.   They tell me my home is the house in the land I grew up in and there I should stay. Do they know that house is now a pile of broken walls and shattered windows that bury my … More Refugee Man


 Being sick, as I am right now, always reminds me how special it is to feel great. It makes me long for how good it feels to be fine. I don’t realise how special it is to be alright when I am alright. It’s only when things suck do I truly remember how thankful I … More sick…


Did I not see faces weeping and begging for mercy?  Did not my heart go out to souls in the dirt and suffering?   Yes, I long to be among the poor of this world and hold the suffering. However, anything I do to be a servant to these great people will not overcome a … More to LIVE


 I could lie on the ground and weep for eternity, overwhelmed by your love. A love that stretches across time. A love that pierces through suffering. A love that encompasses and embraces. A love that is sweet, gentle, good, great. A love, unconditional. My Abba Father.