Where I am 
Where I am going 
The potentials and possibilities
I am constantly
Looking at the next step 
I want to learn to stay grounded, instead 
What does it look like
To be content
Right where I am 
Yet to still be future-thinking 
Plotting out ideas and plans 
How do we dream and hope for better
While not missing out on this moment 
How do we hold the tension 
Of imagination and focus

SONYA COSSEY CREATIVE

You are designed with motives, ambition, drive 
You have a pre-destined purpose 
Aligned 
With your set of skills and talents 
My function is not the same as yours
My responsibility is different at its core
We are a team
Completed by one another

SONYA COSSEY CREATIVE

Let the seeds fall in good soil
Not choked out, scorched or stolen
Rooted deep in ready hearts
Where fruit can be grown

Thirty, sixty, one hundred times
May the harvest be plenty
Multiplication taking place
To reach and feed many

SONYA COSSEY CREATIVE

Body alive
Active, moving 
Body aware
Aches, bruises 
Body unsure 
Critique, judgement 
Body affirmed 
Caressed, admired 
Body thanked 
Working, useful
Body acknowledged 
Healthy, beautiful

SONYA COSSEY CREATIVE

Imagine with me
A powerful and poetic people
Those who speak with boldness
Who share the fire from their bellies

Imagine with me
A passionate and fearless people
Those who pursue their dreams
Who are relentless in their giving of self

Imagine with me
A strong and confident people
Those who stand true
Who are always learning and growing

Imagine with me
A unique and unashamed people
Those who live freely
Who know their purpose and embody it

Imagine with me
A vulnerable and honest people
Those who have no time for lies
Who share with grace and truth

Imagine with me
A compassionate and caring people
Those who meet the needs of others
Who don’t seek praise for their generosity

Imagine with me
A world you want to live in
Whose people live from love
Whose people live from love

SONYA COSSEY CREATIVE

A conversation with a friend 
Brings us back to being centred
Expressing the journey
Sharing the heart
To just talk with someone 
That you trust
To say the things you before kept
Now opening up to the depths
Choosing not to hide
The goings-on that are inside
You may find
Freedom, peace, release
Even if nothing changes
Just being heard is sometimes enough
In someone hearing and holding 
Your story
You feel seen and are sure
You’re not alone
Hope is welcomed once more 
In the connection 
Through the conversation
With a trusted friend

SONYA COSSEY CREATIVE

I want to pen perfect poems 
Each line falling into place with ease 
But it seems 
That although I am a writer 
A poet 
The writing and poetry 
Are sometimes still hard work 
I still draw blanks 
Hit a wall 
Have no words to say at all 
But still 
I write 
I write that something might 
Come together on the page 
That the journey of penning may lead us somewhere
And at some stage
Could take us from stuck 
To taking one step 
Forward 
Then another 
Then another 
And so movement and momentum increase 
And suddenly it seems 
I’m twenty-three lines into 
A poem of sorts 
When the fingers hit keys 
It seems 
That I am a writer 
A poet

SONYA COSSEY CREATIVE

Summer rain falls
Interrupting our plans
Giving a much-needed drink
To dry and thirsty land

We tend to find interruption frustrating 
But really it’s just life happening
The world giving her offerings
Us choosing if we take them
Will we see opportunity 
or disruption
In the on-going interruptions

SONYA COSSEY CREATIVE

A blinking cursor stares back at me 
As I wonder if I have anything worth saying 
Something of meaning 
I’m thinking 
And think only of Jesus 
Lover of my soul 
The one in who all things are held 
Together 
This I know 
I am not without a Saviour
Which gives me something to speak about 
One thing worth saying 
Jesus saves

SONYA COSSEY CREATIVE

The satisfaction of weed-pulling
Removing what shouldn’t be there
Clearing the space for the fruit to grow 
Giving the plants room 
To flourish and bloom 

In the unknown and seeming chaos 
When I can’t organise what will happen next 
I instead tidy, clean, pull weeds
Making a difference where I can 
Releasing control of my life’s plan 

Placing the meta-narrative in Yahweh’s hands
I am grateful for today
For this daily bread 
For the roof over my head 
For the honour of being an usher 
Of the Kingdom of God

SONYA COSSEY CREATIVE