God save the King?

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It wasn’t just them.

It was me.

It was you.


We were all there that day.

God save the King? 

They had been cared for

as a child is nurses by its mother.

They had seen first hand more than their fathers.

Deeds by no idols, no others.

It had been evidenced in miracles and signs

10 to be ‘exact’:

blood frogs, flies

to name a few

and they knew it.


He rescued them from their chains

led them out to desert plains

yet provided every need with enough.

Every tough battle that they won was because he was on their side.

‘I will fight for you’, he promised.

Not once did that word fail.




They asked for something they already had.

They wanted to be just like the nearby nations

They didn’t want God to save them.

They rejected him as king and decided to sing and chant for another …

a man…

who hid-Saul.


After years had passed there was another question asked …by them.

On a centre cross, among two thieves

was nailed a Man by his hands and feet … by them.

A sign

above his head that read:

Jesus the king of the Jews.

“He saved others and cannot save himself!

Ha!If he is truly King like he said then I’d never dread believe in him!”

And what then of my sin? 

If he came down, rejected the crown

and replaced it with a crown of gold

and thought that instead of grave so cold

and with the folded bands he left

he’d remove the nails from his wounded hands … what then?


God save the King?


That was not his cry.

He hung on that cross to die

for their

for my


He fought … while we stood still.

——— Copyright E. Henry, 2015

I find it incredible how God speaks through the pages of Old and New testaments… the same message – he loves, calls and pursues yet so often we reject, and even mock him.

When we see him nailed on that tree – what is our response?

Is he your king?

A Silly Example?


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The sun was out


a glorious, springy summerlike day

just that nip in the air to clarify the month – April not May

or June.

The daffodils, although past their best, brightened the path and kept me positive as I walked along.

My thoughts swirled around my head …

and then …

I saw him.

In the distance, a man bent double

holding his knees – not caring about the biting breeze

he held tight and then stood upright.

Breathing heavily.

He did this twice, three times, four?

I was coming closer.

He crossed over to the bus stop

heavy footed and heavy breathing and seemingly looking around to see if anyone could see –


I could.

I saw an elderly gentleman

who had been left alone and was a stone’s throw from me.

I crossed over – he had bent to his knees again

and I worried he would collapse on the street.

Excusing myself, I confessed to seeing him and wondered if he was distressed or if he was in pain of any kind?

I hoped he didn’t mind me saying.

Quite surprised, he explained he was indeed in pain but simply in his lower back and he put it down to age.

He thanked me though for stopping by and said it was so very kind to pause a moment and find out how to help … him.

Perhaps a silly example but true all the same.

I write it down to inspire us, rather than to blame –

we need to pause a little more, to notice our fellow sister, brother

even to confess to seeing one another!


Copyright E. Henry, 2019

Both blanket and Book

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Both blanket and Book

It’s gotten dark


And it’s howling


Howling down my chimney

Whistling through

As I nestle closer to my covers.

It was bright, brisk sunshine

Just a moment ago

Now cold and grey

And white with snowy


It came

On so abruptly

Not Spring but Winter

Grumpy weather

It is not my fave thing, Julie Andrews.


The thing that I crave now

Is a hot chocolate with marshmallows – but here’s the thing – it’s Lent, in Spring

Not Christmas in Winter so I’ll nestle closer into my covers –

both blanket and Book.


This poem was written having been inspired by the writing prompts here:

March Writing Prompts

I look forward to writing some more from these prompts! Thanks!

© E. Henry, 2019.

Planting place


Having read a blog recently by John Eli, I have been inspired to share a poem I wrote on a related topic – ‘improving the environment of the heart’ was how John so wonderfully put it.

The following poem was originally based on the Parable of the Sower, where Jesus likens soil to the condition of our hearts. He speaks of the need for the soil to be ‘good’ in that having our hearts turned towards Him and not letting the cares and distractions of this life rob us of the blessings of carrying out his word.

Planting Place

It’s hard … This ground

Feels like I can hear the sound

of the seeds fall

One by one…

The birds call

Threaten to swoop down and feed on

The shower scattered


It’s shallow… this land

Feels like it might be sand

That moves and creeks

Doesn’t keep you grounded

It seeks without heart steadfast

It doesn’t last


It’s riddled… This place

Riddled with weeds and thorns

No space to breathe


To trust, relax in the provision promised

Surrounded,  choked, constantly astounded and overwhelmed by outer influences… Growth stunted.


It’s good … This soil!

All of this, every inch of toil has been worth it!

It was ready to receive the pellets of potential in its fertile dirt

It was protective of the truth, yet kept seeking and trusting and resting

Yet working… Persevering

to the end.

And what a result!!

©E. Henry, 2019.



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As I drove into my driveway last night, I caught a glimpse of it.


It had been a colder night and so I was eager to get into the warmth of the house but in a split second, I decided.

I decided to savour.

To stop and breathe deep.

Dropping the unnecessary burden of my handbag and opening the back door to the relative safety of my fenced in garden,

I looked up.

And what a sight!

A lavish scattering of star dust to my small eye, and yet, up close, huge burning balls of gas!

Thankful for the thick coat and deep hood, while wrapped up in a scarf as big as a blanket, I inhaled the deliciously cold air and wondered at the cloudless canvas before me.

Orion with his belt and bow

Aries and Leo

And then my eyes captured the brightest star I’d ever seen…

Gleaming down on me.

Nearby, my neighbour opened his window for his evening smoke.

He saw me wonder at the dark but I kept looking up and doing dot to dot!

The moon shone in its half hearted smile and, honestly.. I felt alive!

Battling the contradictory-

The vast and the small

The Creator and the created

The Far away yet intimate,

I refused to go inside.

Waiting in the stillness of the night, my neighbour in the shadows and I in the night light.

He went inside.

The wind picked up and I turned to shelter myself.

Still again.

Hearing a whisper that warmed my heart,

I lifted my eyes one last time

and reluctantly…

went inside.


Button Pressing


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Button Pressing 

Last year, I noticed that there are

buttons that are pressed

More often than not at times when I am Stressed…
Retracting from the Truth.

For me the buttons that I hear click down the most

Are that of fear
And pride.

Seemingly contradictory, they are actually the same.
They boast.

One quietly
By merely avoiding the help of Another while hiding
The other
Openly says it…

Meanwhile, the enemy stands back and chuckles in the shadows looking for the next hit.

Lust and vanity are two such places
He has been known to trip me up.

And in these cases
I think I’m learning.

Learning to listen to the still small voice
Who moves
Around these choices and whispers

“I love you”

Through the wind

“…he’s pressing your buttons
– don’t let him!”

©E. Henry, 2019.

What are your buttons?

Need some help with them this year? 

Tuning in

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Tuning In

Radio usually annoys the life out of me.

They cut off the songs somewhat prematurely..

They chat about traffic, quizzes,the weather

Wondering who will sound most clever…

Just let the Artist sing His song!

Like in heaven.

The radio waves in the upper room

Traverse sweetly through

The dark and gloom of our lives and point to higher things.

They ruminate and always cut through the dull thoughts about traffic, quizzes, the weather, the next door envies to try to do better, family feuds and work trouble and trying to keep your head above water…

The list goes on and on

Come the radio waves of heaven.

They go deeper and lift us higher to praise

To the One who sings and is sung to.

© E. Henry, 2018.