PROLIFIC VISABLE POET

THE UNKNOWN STRANGER He sits alone on the bench Looking out onto the street Strange faces pass him by Not one has time for him today. As the wind blows around him This seat is so uncomfortable Footsteps quickly pass him by Not one pauses for him today. This day turns into the night Merry souls stagger passing by To frightened to shut his eyes No one cares where he sleeps. A man the world once respected Now a soul forgotten in time His face now goes unrecognised No one seems to have time for him. As the sun now begins to rise Here alone he eternally sleeps Folk clickbait as he's carried away That man they daily passed by. He is alone in death as in life Strange faces file past his grave Wrapped up in their own reflections For a stranger they had no time for. For our God who loves a try'er He loves the one we call a stranger The kindness and grace of a saviour Through every passing hour. ©️Sarah Joy Holden The parable of the good Samaritan -  Luke 10:25-37 (niv bible)

GOD IS THERE TO Mountains and valleys The rivers and streams From seas to oceans God is right is there to. The forests to the fields Pathways to bridleways Roads that lead to lanes God is right is there to. From Earth to the skies The rocks to the caves In the desert to the hills Where I am God is there to. ©️ Sarah Joy Holden GUIDED BACK HOME  I couldn’t find the way to go, Until I saw you upper ahead. So, I hurried my pace to you, Where you heard me and turned. Hello you said, how are you? "I’m lost" said me, which way do I go. They replied why don’t you know, You’ve lived here all your life. I’ve never been this way before; It is all very strange to me now. Everything has change too much, I’m flummoxed which way I go. They said continue to go straight up, Take a left-hand turn and your there. I said my farewell and of I went again, But soon I lost my way once more. This road I have never seen before, Had they sent me the wrong way. Had I missed heard the instructi...

THERE ARE MANY ROADS  By Sarah Joy Holden  There are roads all around us: Roads that are well travelled. There are roads all around us: Roads that are a costly mistake. There are roads all around us: Roads that lead to a dead end. There are roads all around us: Roads that are so strange. There are roads all around us: Roads that keep us connected. There are roads all around us: Roads that guide us home. There are roads all around us: Roads that are new and old. There are roads all around us: Roads that lead to adventure. There are roads all around us: Roads that aren't straight forward. There are roads all around us: Roads that are paved with grace. There are roads all around us: Roads that are straight and bend. There are roads all around us: Roads that test our patience. There are roads all around us: Roads that we've encountered. There are roads all around us: Roads that we have to navigate. There are roads all around us: Roads that are hard to find. There are roads all aro...

  The concept of "God the craftsman" portrays God as a skilled artisan who creates and shapes the universe and humanity with wisdom and care. This idea is found in various context in the bible emphasizing God's creative power, ingenuity, and deliberate design in all things. In Genesis it depicts God as a craftsman who forms the world from chaos, using words and actions to shape the heavens, earth, and all living beings. Then in Exodus it says God empowers skilled artisans like Bezalel with wisdom and craftsmanship to build the Tabernacle and its furnishings. The Psalms often celebrate God's creative power and the intricate design of the natural world, viewing it as evidence of God's craftsmanship. The Prophet Isaiah uses the imagery of a potter shaping clay to illustrate God's power over his people and his ability to create and restore them. So, when I woke up this morning, God had already painted me a beautiful picture. A live image of Skies in blue and eart...

I was sat in my lounge this morning and I suddenly started thinking about being 'reunited with the Father.' Not so much our earthly fathers but that of our Heavenly Father. It also got me thinking about moments in the bible scriptures where we read about children and their fathers being reunited. The first that came to mind was Joseph and his Father, son of Jacob, known for his coat of many colours and his rise to power in Egypt (Genesis 46:28-34). Jacob believed that his son was dead, yet Joseph, who had become a high official in Egypt, reveals his identity to his brothers who had come seeking food during a famine. Jacob is overjoyed to learn that his son is alive and in a position of power. The reunion takes place in the land of Goshen, where Jacob's family settles. As I started thinking and reading about this account of being reunited with the Father another biblical story came to mind. The parable of the Prodigal Son, found in Luke 15:11-32, tells the story of a father ...

So, I rushed ahead when God told us to wait, I didn't listen to this simply instruction. In my hurrying I made noticeable errors, Therefore I now have to retrace my steps. As I walk along now taking my time,I see the scattered mistakes lying on the ground. Slowly retrieving them, putting them safely in my pocket. I carry them back home, safely laying them out on my work station. Before I set out to correct these damaged words, I remembered to pray and ask God to guide and to me. Here I am sat rearranging, proof-reading and speaking them out loud. In the silence I hear the lord again clearly speak. I intently listen, he says 'let me take the pen and let me write the things you need to hear and share.'  I obey my Father's will and recieve his Holy Spirit. And again I share His words, love through the creative things I write with his guiding hand on my pen. This is His gift to me to receive and to share. This time I am doing it in His strength - especially today when I ...