“A cold coming we had of it”? Well actually The cold was the least of it. The heat was much worse: Cold you can combat, But searing...

By Revd Dr Simon Woodman

Amid the gathering darkness - Deepening steadily As the chill intensifies – The last few rays Battle for supremacy Knowing they must, For...

I had a choice that day: Listening to the empathic wailing Of the women At my husband’s wake, Feeling the deadness In my chest: Too much...

Icy despair Grips the landscape. The once refreshing White expanses Are now dreary: Endless uniformity, All hint of texture Or colour...

By Revd Dr Simon Woodman

At first I was amused. Mystic visitors, I was told, Bringing offerings. At last, I thought, my fame had spread. Amusement though Was...

I cannot say If it was the leaving Or the arriving Which was more unsettling. Leaving: With all its uncertainty Abandoning the familiar,...

By Revd Dr Simon Woodman

When the darkness is deepest Hope will be born When the ending seems endless Hope will be born When the world is despairing Hope will be...

There is an inevitability about dawn. No matter how dark the night: Disturbed by the seeming reality Of dreams and nightmares Or the...

By Revd Dr Simon Woodman

They always say The mother-son bond is special. I don’t know I’ve loved every one of my children Boys and girls It felt no different. But...

What could express This cold wind of betrayal Lacerating my soul As everything in me reels At her words? What could express All my dreams...

By Revd Dr Simon Woodman

Advent Is a time Of stark contrasts. Eager-eyed children (of any age) Await their gifts with fervent expectation: others anticipate...