Resting in Pieces

torn in two

pulled apart

by the tug of

warring concerns

a directionless ribbon

tied around the persistent present

of the necessary now

trapped between

the long forgotten future

and the never ending past

.

motionless

directionless

.

with no give

the strain took

and by the tension

we were not taught

.

instead we hover above the dirt

the mud, the mire

from whence we came

the same, unchanging

wherewithal

.

when all is

said and done

completed silence

becomes our restless place

as discarded

and forgotten

still

shattered

we lie

.

‘till

broken

no more

we become

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Author: Peteaird

Nothing particularly interesting to say about myself other than after 27 years working as a GP, I was delighted, at the start of December 2023, to start work as the South West Regional Representative of the Slavic Gospel Association (SGA). You can read about what they do at sga.org.uk. I am also an avid Somerset County Cricket Club supporter and a poor example of a Christian who likes to put finger to keyboard from time to time and who is foolish enough to think that someone out there might be interested enough to read what I've written. Some of these blogs have grown over time and some portions of earlier blogs reappear in slightly different forms in later blogs. I apologise for the repetition. If you are involved in a church in the southwest of England and would like to hear more of SGA’s work, do get in touch. I’d love to come and talk a little, or even a lot, about what they get up to!.