Andrew Wakelin

not supernatural beings but ordinary people appearing extraordinary…
...They are as clearer a manifestation of your merciful grace as ever I’ve seen

For two years they were his everything,
They were his world, his future, his present delight and …

...here we start with the best. So may I present to you all, the unspeakable, the unmentionable, the bad apple, the black sheep, the disgrace to the family. I bring you, ‘the foul beast!’”

The sacrifice is too great, God would be percieved as being betrayed, is He already?

It felt as if an unnamed, unknown force had taken control, as I almost involuntarily let the contents of years of bottling up suppressed emotions explode onto the page,

How long before this life drifts from existence?
How long before the visionaries turn blind?

The realisation was immediately joyous and beautiful,
Drunk on happiness I am suddenly sobered by the arrival of consequence,
Assumptions of what love is blinded me to its presence.

Even though I can’t see the face,
Of that holy place,
That I know by faith,
Holds my soul so safe,

It was a hole that he desperately tried to fill but as every fresh spadeful of seemingly began to form a heap it abruptly fell away.

More than the sum of its parts,
Captivating our minds and hearts.

A passionate intensity burns inside of me,
How I desire to let go and allow these feelings to grow,

Immediately I was gripped with a sense of urgency,
I looked away and the opportunity was gone,