Thought I’d treat y’all with a rare Monday lunchtime post! I don’t have that much to say, but I’m enjoying a few minutes of rest before I return to work. A couple of tuna sandwiches standing me in good stead as I look outside at the sullen greyness of the day. And now, just had a nice chat with Mark from Shell to remind me that lunchtime does not guarantee a haven from work!

Before I go and demolish the remainder of my sandwiches, I’ll leave you with a tattered fragment of the wildly chaotic writings spawned last night during my evening musings. I for some reason did not quite feel like going to the church evening service but instead spent a night at home. A few cups of coffee and many richly coloured threads of pen-strokes later, I retired to my bed in peaceful abandon of my earthly cares…

Sometimes I feel
a farther calling,
sometimes my eyes burn
for the longing
of heaven’s son.
Sometimes I hear
a father calling,
sometimes my soul aches
for the longing
for heaven home.

Sometimes my heart burns.