Pursuing the Elusive Sun

Listen to our syncopated hop skip

and our plucking of rosebuds and daisies.

As children in spring, smiles tug on our lips,

and the warm rising sun lights our faces.

Wrists are laced with daisies like many suns,

the rosebuds round our necks are like lockets

waiting to be opened. We laugh and run

as petals overflow from our pockets.

Hand-in-hand, steps weave in and out of time

among the fresh budding flowers. We play,

oblivious to the brightening sun:

springtime to summer, and morning to day.

No longer children, we look to the sky

for a breath, we see the blue and the white

then the hot blazing sun. Blinded, we try

to navigate onward, to gain some sight ­–

torn by the pursuit of the light, our hope,

and the awareness that night will come near

and surround us. Soon the darkness will rope

around our necks, but we ignore it. Here:

surrounded by light, surrounded by life.

But then summer’s scattered footprints decay:

crabapple blossoms fallen from trees lie

wilting along with the light of the day.

Listen to the rustle of trembling leaves,

their whispers clash with the bite of the air.

The rusting sky echoes that of the trees,

but the rust inside us cannot repair.

It seems these days could trudge through clouds of rain:

step after step after step after step.

Our hands – with skin like tree bark – crack and wane.

Step after step after step after step.

Hands cling together – braced against the cold

that we know will come. We see the sun sink

into the horizon – we reach out, try

to trap it in our hands. But then we blink.

The syrup of the sky turns into tar,

darker and darker and darker – then black.

The only light comes from the fading stars.

We want the sun, the spring, the daylight back.

It’s now too dark to see the missing hands

once inside ours. The footprints beside us

fade with a final thump. Silence expands

round us like a blanket – blades of frost cut

into every step on the barren ground.

The snow muffles every breath, every cry

when we finally understand that we

can’t reach up and pluck the stars from the sky.



Yet another post by Alex that I couldn’t help but repost ❤ so. good.

Alexandra Brooke M

I recently heard this song by Mercy Me called Even If– this song is crazy amazing and really put something in my heart to talk about with you guys.

This song is about how God is able to save, change and heal but even if He doesn’t, He is our hope and He is ALWAYS good. Even if  relates to the story of Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego in the Bible.

The story of Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego is basically a story showing how three well respected, wise men who served the king, stood up against the crowd and their king, refusing to bow to the golden statue. When the king asked them to deny God they said in Daniel 3:16-18 (NIV)

16 Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego replied to him, “King Nebuchadnezzar, we do not need to defend ourselves before you in this matter.17 If we are thrown…

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Blind Old Woman at the Reservoir

Milky eyes gleam like opals

set into her rocky face.

The ridges and cracks of

time crease around her eyes,

her skin is weathered and




Wrinkled yet steady hands stroke

the petals of a flower plucked

from a cherry tree,

the fingers see its delicate form –

fragile like glass.


Her hands linger towards the horizon,

unable to touch

– to see –

the curves of the hills ahead,

or the rays of light dappling

through the overhanging leaves.


All that can be felt, that can be


is the curve of a pebble in her palm

like the line of hills rolling

away in the distance;

and the cool flow of water

over fingers

like light through the trees.


Right now, with UCAS and Uni applications and personal statements and all of these tasks and choices being thrown at me – I’m clinging to my trust. I’m surviving on these words to give me perspective, peace and hope and clarity:

Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and don’t depend on your own understanding. Remember the Lord in all you do, and he will give you success.

(Proverbs 3:5-6)

I’ve used this verse in blog posts before, but I’m not going to stop because it is so important to remember. If we keep on worrying about all the stuff we have to do/sort out/achieve/accomplish, then we won’t be letting God have the space to WORK WHERE HE IS ABLE TO WORK. If we remember God in all we do, then he will work in those situations and he will help us succeed! We can’t succeed on our own strength – we’re humans who get stressed and confused and short-sighted. But God sees all and knows all and he knows what’s best for us. So, what other option is there to surrendering our lives to God? Because he will make our lives the BEST they can possibly be – because he is ABLE to do that!


I just HAD to reblog because this is the TRUTH:

Alexandra Brooke M

I know, this blog is super late and I’m sorry, but anyone who knows me or my family knows we love to travel, so over the summer we have been travelling on different holidays and missions trips, some places with no wifi therefore no blog posts.

And if I’m being completely honest I’ve found it extremely difficult to write lately, mainly down to my confidence in my passion and in myself, but I’ve decided that I will not be the person to hold myself back, when everyone else is trying to hold you back don’t join in. Believe in yourself and do what makes you happy.

So love 


Love is the final part of the verse; 1 Corinthians 13:13 

“And three things will last forever FAITH, HOPE and LOVE- the greatest of these is love

The whole context of 1 Corinthians 13 is LOVE!

The bible is filled…

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