new poem

Sorted!

Being “sorted” is not compulsory.
It’s not an essential state of mind,
required qualification
or entrance exam mark.
Being troubled, now that’s more like it.
Easier to achieve, easier to maintain
and certainly easier to improve.
Doubts, fears,
the seed germ of confusion,
are essential to life.
They are an in-built special feature,
the human airbag
or DVD easter egg.
But being “sorted” is not for me.
I can’t keep up with the levels
of confidence, performance
and bravado it needs.
I have too many questions
and a few little quibbles
(is it so hard for the church to be united?
Or is that just petty and childish)
and I’d rather stick with these.
For a while it sounds so appealing,
so settled and sure,
But being “sorted” is for Jesus,
and I am just human, after all.

Updating and showing off!

Hello there... Long time no speak. Not a lot has happened recently - I've been over-run at work recently (I'm currently covering another post - the busiest in the unit - and keeping a couple of my old duties going while trying to do my current job as well...), and well, there's not been much fun recently.
I've had a mixed bag of a time in the last month - I've really lost a lot of faith in people recently, and rightly or wrongly, this has a lot to do with both my living situation and the fact that I feel increasingly disconnected from the church. I think I can count the amount of times I have managed to get along to a service or meeting there in the last 7 months on my fingers, but I've not been contacted at all to see if there's anything wrong or if I'm ok. I've really needed the support of people - and this has only grown in the last few months. But its not been coming from there. Very often its not come at all. But if there's a good side to it all, it has pointed to me who my proper friends are, and they have been wonderful to me. I won't mention who they are, because they should know...
On the other hand, we had a lovely time at the wedding of Phil and Nicky (aka Barney) in Hereford. Luke revelled in all the attention, and had a brilliant time, and we really liked being away from home. It was the first time we've been away together and the first time Luke's had to sleep somewhere other than his own bed... He certainly didn't have any problem with that! The first night we stayed with Phil's mum, Wendy, and she was marvellous. We felt very welcome and very at home. The second we spent at the hotel where the wedding was held - the place was lovely (if stiflingly hot).
As I haven't shown him off enough recently, I'll finish with a picture of Luke - this was about half an hour before the wedding, after daddy had managed to persuade him he wanted to wear his suit...