Dear Lord,
How much did you know
Blowing bubbles in your cot?
Did you know how to speak
English or Chinese
Or how many stars you had made?
What was it like
Discovering truth as you grew
Knowing The Truth is you?

A baby sits on a soft blanket, gazing upward while blowing bubbles that transform into a mesmerizing display of planets and stars, suggesting a universe of wonder and exploration.

Dear Lord,
Did you not know where to go
At the end of your road?
While wracked with such agony
Toiling in Gethsemane
“Let this cup pass from me”,
Did you cry out your prayers
“If there be another way”
Rememb'ring you are The Way?

A serene night scene in a garden with a prominent, twisting olive tree at the center, flanked by dense, dark greenery. A dimly lit gravel path leads up to the tree, and the atmosphere is tranquil yet mysterious.

Dear Lord,
How alive did you feel
Breathing out your last breath?
Did your creational zest
Feel completely oppressed
Or was it still pulsing within?
When you drank down that cup
What happened inside
When it collided with Life?

An ornate medieval goblet is centered in a dynamic scene where dark, shadowy forms representing death and vibrant, colorful streams symbolizing life collide in a swirling vortex within the chalice, portraying a powerful struggle between opposing forces.

Aidan Ashby

Writer
I grew up in an intentional Christian community and now live in Bristol, UK.
I love being out in the mountains.

Dear Lord

Aidan Ashby

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