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Poetry Pleases: The Bubble

But my soul is afraid of nothing
It lives in a bubble of joy….

Joyce Worsfold wrote this poem on a night when she could not sleep for worrying about her father, who was facing major surgey with only a slim chance of survival.

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Nothing can hurt us but pain
And pain is a fleeting thing
It may weigh us down and exhaust our strength
But the soul alone can win.
Pain by itself cannot crush my soul
Not when faith holds
it fast
my soul can do all that my body cannot
And my soul wll continue to last.
My spirit can soar to the heavens
It can fly across mountains or sea
And pain to a soul is nothing
but the passing sting of a bee
My soul can communicate with millions
Can run every race and win
Yet my soul’s only enemy
Is it’s own power to sin.
These bones that you see can be broken
This flesh can be battered and burned
These eyes can be blinded and deaf be my ears
My emotions be shattered and churned

But my soul is afraid of nothing
It lives in a bubble of joy
Constant impenetrable and shielded
The part of me no-one can ever destroy.

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My father was very ill in hospital. I knew that tomorrow he would have major surgery. I had been told that his chances of surviving the operation were slim because his heart and lungs were weakened by emphysema. He was frightened and could not sleep.

Across the city and in my own home I was also sleepless...... and afraid. I turned to God and as I prayed the words of this poem came to me. When I had finished writing it seemed imperative that I show it too my father as soon as was possible. I drove through the deserted streets to the hospital as dawn broke. He didn’t seem surprised to see me, we hugged and talked and I left the poem with him.

Later that day I was horrified to find that he had signed himself out of the hospital having refused the operation. Miraculously he lived. Some weeks later, after discussions with another surgeon he was offered a new typr of operation without anasthetic. He lived for a further 7 years during which he welcomed two more grand-children into the world and enriched all our lives enormously.

Bible meditation

The Lord said, “My grace is all you need for my power is greatest when you are weak.” I am most happy, then, to be proud of my weaknesses, in order to feel the protection of Christ’s power over me. I am content with weaknesses, insults, haradships, persecations, and difficulties for Christ’s sake. For when I am weak, then I am strong.
2. Corinthians 12 ; 9-10

Being Christians does not insulate us from pain and hurt and hardship. Neither is it like some kind of ecstacy drug that enables us to live in a permanent state of happiness. Joy, however, is deeper and more concentrated than happiness; it is a kind of crystalisation of the Holy Spirit deep inside us. Because of our faith, joy is there - sometimes dormant but always waiting, beating inside us like a spiritual heart.


Precious Lord, when I am weak, strengthen me
When my resources are depleted, enrich me
When I am lost, hold me
when I forget you, search me out.


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