Time for tax returns
Too much procrastination
I must learn next time
Says it all…
(14.10.25)
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Work
Poem 708 – Escape Room
Today we made it
Our jail we escaped it
Our puzzles’ completed
Mystery defeated
Where once confounded
Our lives now unbounded
We live now to take on
Another new day
I put together an escape room for our church harvest social tonight. They did really well and made it to the other side!
(04.10.25)
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Poem 695 – Still Hidden
The satisfaction of weary muscles
Arising from an afternoon’s gardening,
Clearing away the brambles and branches,
In hope of finding a patch of Eden.
I’ve spent a bit of time tackling the out of sight bits of the garden this weekend, very therapeutic in the midst of a busy season.
(21.09.25)
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Poem 687 – Cycling in the Rain
Back at the very start,
The rain no longer matters.
I smile because the miles
Are done, the hills are past,
The churches all ticked off.
Somehow, the heavens opening
Seems appropriate.
I jump for joy in puddles
Thinking, there should be
A lamppost standing by,
For me to dance around.
I took part in the Bike ‘n’ Hike today, raising funds to maintain local historic churches. 24 churches visited over 34 miles, over 2.5 hours on the move. I’m out of practice, the legs turned to jelly after a bit, but thoroughly enjoyed myself.
(13.09.25)
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Poem 686 – Today’s Poem
Interviews and in-laws
No time to type today
But perceiving poetry in
All its alliteration
A busy day with no time for more than a quick scribble.
(12.09.25)
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Photo by Álvaro Serrano on Unsplash
Poem 684 – They’re Back!
A torrent of toddlers teaming in,
A stream of squealing, screaming sound,
A shouting, shoal of shiny din.
Pouring past our open doors,
Abandoning bags and boots around,
And flowing onto every floor.
Playdough, crayons and other craft,
Friendships on a seesaw found,
Filling the church with fun and laughter.
After the break we’re back on track,
So look out folks, toddlers are back!
Our toddler group returned today after the summer holidays. It was wonderful to have them back.
(10.09.25)
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Poem 683 – Redeveloping Faith
Another grant sought
Moving forward step by step
Believing in God
Another busy day seeking grants for the church redevelopment project: https://wormleyfreechurch.org.uk/redevelopment-project/
(09.09.25)
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Poem 677 – Inspiration Needed
A day writing grants.
Need poetic ways to say,
‘Give us your money!’
Long day staring at forms. Brain dead!
(03.09.25)
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Photo by Cytonn Photography on Unsplash
Poem 607 – And I Failed
The art of talking
To the camera whilst walking
Is a tricky thing
I’m currently preparing a video for a grant application. Managed to trip over both my own feet and tongue…
(26.06.25)
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Poem 606 – Revealed
I’ve known you for a year or so.
But then you turn to look at me,
Your identity is still unclear,
Personality unknown.
What lies behind those searching eyes?
What thoughts are hid, emotions felt?
I can but guess, they dwell obscure,
Kept veiled behind a lack of words.
Until today, that is, for then
I heard your voice. It caught me by
Surprise; you are not who I thought
You were, but now at last you’re heard.
One of the toddlers spoke to me for the first time today. It’s always fascinating to discover how the person it reveals matches up to your expectation.
(25.06.25)
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Photo by 🇸🇮 Janko Ferlič on Unsplash
Ode for the Day 