Archive for May, 2013

The adventure

The adventure

doesn’t have a simple map

nor a weather forecast.

Unexpected hills

unpredicted rain

twists and turns

surprises good and bad

interrupt the journey

punctuate the story

of life.

The bland

has a squared-out map

a detailed weather forecast

flat, easy terrain

time-confined rain

a straight road

planned out for hope

of conformity

to expectations

in life.

God calls us to adventure.

© Ellen Carr 2010



Fear infects me,

coursing through

my body pipes,

clogs my mind

like analgesic


But wells of faith,

distilled before,

in comfort times,

bubble up

like medicine

to heal.

The shepherd’s balm

spreads calm,

his gentle peace




© Ellen Carr 2012


From the start of all time you laid out your plan,
your designs for the world, and for woman and man.
The earth was set out to circle the sun.
As you tilted its axis the seasons could run.

You measured out time into day, into night.
You portioned the darkness and rationed the light.
You ordered each sunrise and each close of day.
You made us for work and for rest and for play.

You programmed our bodies to grow and mature.
Your intricate blueprints are perfect and sure.
From the womb to the casket you measure our days,
you order our timing, you note all our ways.

The animal kingdom you planned to a tee.
Their instincts and habits were all meant to be.
The birds that migrate at the same time each year,
their nesting and breeding, the timing is clear.

The universe shows in its clockwork precision
the power of your word, your creative decision.
You’re the master of time, of free-will and of grace.
In eternity’s time-line we’ll meet face to face.

When time is eternal, when darkness is done,
in the light of your presence, forever has begun.
When the sun isn’t needed, the moon needn’t shine
all things are made new and eternity’s mine.

© Ellen Carr 2012

Goodbye punctuation

(Reader,  please note that all punctuation errors are intentional!)

Goodbye punctuation

health food of a nation

Whose icecream* was it


Vale the apostrophe

beloved of green grocery

Who needs tomatoe’s


Pedants hide your misery

go hang up your scissory

Why mop milks’ spill’s


* Peters’ Icecream used to advertise their icecream as ‘the health-food of the nation’. Wouldn’t happen these days!

© Ellen Carr 2012

My shepherd leads

My tender shepherd

leads me on stone

through the rough country

to paths yet unknown.

You know the right way

when rocks abound.

You urge me on

through land-mine ground.

Where is green pasture,

and water still,

easy for resting,

no challenge to will?

You pull at my faith-strings,

you challenge my mind.

No path-walking venture,

I’m travelling blind.

You promise your presence,

I know you are there.

Tired and deflated

I treasure your care.

Invisible road-map

my shepherd can read.

Trusting your pathway,

I follow your lead.

© Ellen Carr 2010

The kitchen plug

Just a plug

for my sink –

I think

Parked the car

shopping mall –

that’s all

First attempt

big store –

asked at door

‘Down the end

kitchen ware’ –

no plug there

Discount shop

English bad –

called her dad

‘No not here

Sorry ma’am’ –

(Oh damn!)

Trudged around

several more –

as before

In the end

no success –

plug- less!

© Ellen Carr 2012

The man who sat alone

Shoulders slumped

he sat alone

in borrowed coat

on seat of stone.

His eyes were old

his stubble grey

people looked

then looked away.

Tattered life

in plastic bags

his home was here

his clothing rags.

I passed him by

in business suit

spent my day

in wealth pursuit.

Then rushing home

I passed that way

saw him there

same place all day.

He greeted me

in cheery tone

wished me well

(I checked my phone).

I almost missed

his muttered word

‘God bless you ma’am’

(My spirit stirred).

I paused my step

I turned his way

(His eyes were blue)

my feet were clay.

I gave a coin

I asked his name

I thanked him as

I hid my shame.

I’d passed him by

without a thought

careless of

what Jesus taught.

He ministered

into my soul

he sparked a fire

he lit a coal.

The spark burned on

a passion new

burned in me

burned and grew,

Moved my goal-posts

changed my ways

changed the shape

of all my days.

Jesus cracked

my heart of stone

through the man

who sat alone.

© Ellen Carr 2012