Author: Helen Redfern

Things are sometimes not how they are supposed to be. We look around and know it in our bones. There’s a lament that rises from the depth of our beings as we watch the...

Sometimes there are no words. No words to describe what’s going on. No words to describe what I’m thinking and feeling. No words for this hurt, this indescribable gaping hole inside of me.  ...

SPENT adjective having been used and unable to be used again. synonyms: used up, consumed, exhausted, finished, depleted, drained, emptied; having no power or energy left. synonyms: exhausted, tired out, weary, worn out, dog-tired,...

The city of Jerusalem has been destroyed. The people have been dragged off into slavery. This poet is wandering among the rubble, trying to make sense of it all. And in his bewilderment, he...

Each chapter in the Book of Lamentations is a poem. It is not a factual account of how Jerusalem was invaded and destroyed and its people carried off into exile. There are no facts...

Please allow me this lament. It’s very personal and raw and not at all thought out. It’s what’s in my heart this morning and I just want to show you what a lament can...

A couple of days after my mum died very suddenly, I was walking along Colchester High Street. I must have been going to our church for some reason, I don’t remember why. And I...

Jerusalem has sinned greatly and so has become unclean. All who honored her despise her, for they have all seen her naked; she herself groans and turns away. Her filthiness clung to her skirts;...

How? How has it come to this? This is the main theme in the first poem of Lamentations. The people are in shock. Wandering around in the rubble of what was once the glorious...

I wailed once. Just once. You see, I was a happy, smiley, bouncy baby. A contented child. A teenager who’d been brought up to believe that feelings could not be trusted and therefore could...