Light…

The day the devil forgot his armour he met a warrior,

She was clothed in righteousness and cleansed by the blood of the lamb

She bore the whole armour, helmet, sword, breastplate, belt, sandals

The demon appeared on a train, eyes pierced and transfixed on her

He tried to overthrow her stand

He presented his cards of fortune and deceit,

She spoke words that brought life and praised the Almighty Father, Continue reading “Light…”

The drunk evangelist…

On the central line on the way home from Westfield shopping centre I encountered a man clutching a can of Stella Artois preaching about Jesus. It wasn’t how he had almost stumbled and lost his balance on the way to his seat which was next to mine (ironically I was praying he wouldn’t sit there). It wasn’t the fist bump he shared with the man sitting opposite or my unwillingness to engage with a man my father would’ve told me to cross the road and avoid. Continue reading “The drunk evangelist…”