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Faith-shaping Poets
George MacDonald (1824-1905) – Faith Shaper
George Macdonald was born in Huntly, in the western part of Aberdeenshire, Scotland, the son of a farmer and his wife Helen MacKay (1790-1832). He was educated in country schools where Gaelic myths and Old Testament stories were common currency. At King’s College,...
Emily Dickinson (1830-86) – Faith Shaper
Emily Dickinson’s father was a leading local lawyer and treasurer of the well-known Amherst College, founded in 1821. From 1840 she was educated at the Academy and then for a year at Mount Holyoke Female Seminary. At the age of 23 she withdrew from most social...
John Milton (1608-74) – Faith Shaper
John Milton rejected the faith of his Roman Catholic father. He became a strongly Protestant Puritan, and a radical Christian with regard to the contemporary culture and powers in the land, including the Crown, Parliament and the Church. Although in 1630, he...
George MacDonald (1824-1905) – Faith Shaper
George Macdonald was born in Huntly, in the western part of Aberdeenshire, Scotland, the son of a farmer and his wife Helen MacKay (1790-1832). He was educated in country schools where Gaelic myths and Old Testament stories were common currency. At King’s College,...
Our Father: Hallowed on Earth as in Heaven
Last Scene
This is my play's last scene, here heavens appoint My pilgrimages last mile; and my race Idly, yet quickly run, hath this last pace, My spans last inch, my minutes latest point, And gluttonous death, will instantly un-joint My body, and my soul, and I shall sleep a...
The Other Side
This isn’t death, it’s glory! It isn’t dark, it’s light; It isn’t stumbling, groping Or even faith, ---- it’s sight! This isn’t grief, it’s having. My last tear wiped away. It’s sunrise, it’s the morning Of my eternal day! This isn’t even praying, It’s...
‘Do the Little Things’
Brothers be ye constant. The yoke which with single mind ye have taken, bear ye to the end: and whatever ye have seen with me and heard, keep and fulfil. The last words of Saint David (c. 520 - c.600)
Last Scene
This is my play's last scene, here heavens appoint My pilgrimages last mile; and my race Idly, yet quickly run, hath this last pace, My spans last inch, my minutes latest point, And gluttonous death, will instantly un-joint My body, and my soul, and I shall sleep a...
The Bible: Bestowed Word of God
Catching the Sun
The Spirit breathes upon the Word, And brings the truth to sight; Precepts and promises afford, A sanctifying light. A glory gilds the sacred page, Majestic, like the sun: It gives a light to every age, It gives, but borrows none. The Hand that gave it...
Born among the trees and leaves
O who will show me those delights on high Echo. I Thou echo, thou art mortal, all men know. Echo. No Wert thou not born among the trees and leaves? Echo. Leaves. And are there any leaves that still abide? Echo. Bide. What leaves are they? Impart the matter wholly....
This book of stars lights to eternal bliss
Oh that I knew how all thy lights combine, And the configurations of their glory! Seeing not only how each verse doth shine, But all the constellations of the story.... Such are thy secrets, which my life makes good, And comments on thee: for in every thing Thy...
Catching the Sun
The Spirit breathes upon the Word, And brings the truth to sight; Precepts and promises afford, A sanctifying light. A glory gilds the sacred page, Majestic, like the sun: It gives a light to every age, It gives, but borrows none. The Hand that gave it...
Jesus Christ: Crucified God in Person
Christ is Truth
But ah, bright forelock, cluster that you are Of favoured make and mind and health and youth, Where lies your landmark, sea mark, or soul's star? There's none but truth can stead you. Christ is truth. There's none but good can be good, both for you And what...
Longing!
Under the dark trees, there he stands, there he stands; shall he not draw my eyes? I thought I knew a little how he compels, beyond all things, but now he stands there in the shadows. It will be Oh, such a daybreak, such bright morning, when I shall wake to see him as...
Speak! One Word
‘Thou art a God that hidest Thyself’ (Isaiah 45:15) ... Till Thou givest that sense beyond, To shew Thee that Thou art, and near, Let patience with her chastening wand Dispel the doubt and dry the tear; And lead me child-like by the hand If still in darkness...
Christ is Truth
But ah, bright forelock, cluster that you are Of favoured make and mind and health and youth, Where lies your landmark, sea mark, or soul's star? There's none but truth can stead you. Christ is truth. There's none but good can be good, both for you And what...
Humankind: Sinful, Rebellious and Faithless
I’m Nobody
I'm Nobody! Who are you? Are you - Nobody - too? Then there's a pair of us Don't tell! they'd advertise - you know! How dreary - to be - Somebody! How public - like a Frog - To tell one's name - the livelong June - To an admiring Bog! Emily Dickinson,...
Not Nobody!
In life I worked hard and achieved a great deal but in the end I achieved nothing. Solo Nemo
Felled
O if we but knew what we do When we delve or hew - Hack and rack the growing green! Since country is so tender…. Where we, even where we mean To mend her we end her, When we hew or delve: After-comers cannot guess the beauty been. Ten or twelve, only ten or...
I’m Nobody
I'm Nobody! Who are you? Are you - Nobody - too? Then there's a pair of us Don't tell! they'd advertise - you know! How dreary - to be - Somebody! How public - like a Frog - To tell one's name - the livelong June - To an admiring Bog! Emily Dickinson,...
The Grace of God: Justifying and Converting
Homecoming
Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back, Guilty of dust and sin. But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack From my first entrance in, Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning, If I lacked anything. ‘A guest’, I answered, ‘worthy to be here.’ Love said,...
God’s Better Beauty
To what serves mortal beauty? Dangerous; does set dancing blood.... What do then? How meet beauty? Merely meet it; own, home at heart, heaven's sweet gift; then leave, let that alone, Yea, wish that though, wish all, God's better beauty, grace. Gerard...
My Trumpetry
From all my lame defeats and oh much more From all the victories that I seemed to score; From cleverness shot forth on thy behalf At which, while angels weep, the audience laugh; From all my proofs of thy divinity, Thou, who wouldst give no sign, deliver me. ...
Homecoming
Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back, Guilty of dust and sin. But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack From my first entrance in, Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning, If I lacked anything. ‘A guest’, I answered, ‘worthy to be here.’ Love said,...
Christ-likeness: Progressive Christian Living
Sabbath Renewal
The clearing rests in song and shade. It is a creature made By old light held in soil and leaf, By human joy and grief, By human work, Fidelity of sight and stroke, By rain, by water on The parent stone. We join our work to Heaven's gift, Our hope to what is left,...
Love’s Highway
I come in the little things, Saith the Lord: Yea! On the glancing wings Of eager birds, the softly pattering feet Of furred and gentle beasts, I come to meet Your hard and wayward heart. In bright brown eyes That peep from out the brake, I stand confest. On every nest...
Never Too Late
So I go out: my little sweet is done: I have drawn heat from this contagious sun: To not ungentle death now forth I run…. Now I am minded to take pipe in hand And yield a song to the decaying year... So late the hoar green chestnut breaks a bud, And...
Sabbath Renewal
The clearing rests in song and shade. It is a creature made By old light held in soil and leaf, By human joy and grief, By human work, Fidelity of sight and stroke, By rain, by water on The parent stone. We join our work to Heaven's gift, Our hope to what is left,...
Holy Spirit: in Christian Experience
Jeu d’esprit
Flame-dancing Spirit, come, Sweep us off our feet and Dance us through our days. Surprise us with your rhythms, Dare us to try new steps, explore New patterns and new partnerships. Release us from old routines, To swing in abandoned joy And fearful adventure. And in...
Winged Life
My tender Age in sorrow did begin And still with sicknesses and shame Thou didst so punish sin That I became Most thin. With thee Let me combine, And feel this day thy victory: For if I imp (graft) my wing on thine, Affliction shall advance the flight in me....
Sing Hosanna
Holy Spirit, New-Life Giver, Rushing wind, and gentle inner flame, Come, inspire us, strengthen, fire us, to the glory of your name. Find the riches of Christ in the stranger In the poor and those without...
Jeu d’esprit
Flame-dancing Spirit, come, Sweep us off our feet and Dance us through our days. Surprise us with your rhythms, Dare us to try new steps, explore New patterns and new partnerships. Release us from old routines, To swing in abandoned joy And fearful adventure. And in...
Believers: Assured, Called and Prayerful
Wheels or Feet?
London walking to work? Unthinkable. The Wheel is the rock on which London stands. And moves. Jesus is not remembered For wheels. Sandals, hooves and boats Fixed his pace; the Steady, mindful steps Necessary when Setting one's face Towards Jerusalem. Bruce...
Tree-lighted!
How will the legend of the age of trees Feel, when the last tree falls in England? When the concrete spreads and the town conquers The country’s heart; when contraceptive Tarmac’s laid where farm has faded, Tramline flows where slept a hamlet, And shop-fronts, blazing...
He Died Climbing
On the throne of emptiness I sit and wait To see wings of freedom appear From a land enthronged with gold – Such a beautiful state – As to put a mind at rest And throw away my fear. Arthur De Kusel was killed climbing in Chamonix in July 1970. ...
Wheels or Feet?
London walking to work? Unthinkable. The Wheel is the rock on which London stands. And moves. Jesus is not remembered For wheels. Sandals, hooves and boats Fixed his pace; the Steady, mindful steps Necessary when Setting one's face Towards Jerusalem. Bruce...
The Church: Provisional but Necessary
True Love
Marry those loves, which in youth scattered be On Fame, Wit, Hopes (false mistresses) to thee. Churches are best for Prayer, that have least light: To see God only, I go out of sight: And to scape stormy days, I choose An Everlasting night. John Donne (1572-1631),...
Only a Watcher!
Honour is flashed off exploit, so we say; And those strokes once that gashed flesh or galled shield Should tongue that time now, trumpet now that field, And, on the fighter, forge his glorious day. On Christ they do and on the martyr may; But be the war within, the...
Restore Us
Where our walls Are broken down Rebuild us God Where streets Are neither safe nor sound redeem Rekindle fires of once strong praise Rebound your joys in tone and phrase From ancient stones of walls Once raised for you… Return Messiah King Let these stones sing...
True Love
Marry those loves, which in youth scattered be On Fame, Wit, Hopes (false mistresses) to thee. Churches are best for Prayer, that have least light: To see God only, I go out of sight: And to scape stormy days, I choose An Everlasting night. John Donne (1572-1631),...
The Mission of God
Peace
When will you ever, Peace, wilddove, shy wings shut, You round me roaming end, and under be my boughs? When, Peace, will you Peace? I'll not play hypocrite To own my heart: I yield you do come sometimes; but That piecemeal peace is poor peace. What pure peace allows...
Tell the Truth
Tell all the truth but tell it slant — Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth's superb surprise As Lightning to the Children eased With explanation kind The Truth must dazzle gradually Or every man be blind — Emily Dickinson...
Kingdom Come
Lord, it belongs not to my care whether I die or live: to love and serve thee is my share, and this thy grace must give. Christ leads me through no darker rooms than he went through before; he that into God's kingdom comes must enter by this door. Come, Lord, when...
Peace
When will you ever, Peace, wilddove, shy wings shut, You round me roaming end, and under be my boughs? When, Peace, will you Peace? I'll not play hypocrite To own my heart: I yield you do come sometimes; but That piecemeal peace is poor peace. What pure peace allows...
Moral Justice: a Vision of God’s Kingdom
Elections
Their threats are terrible enough, but we could bear All that; it is their promises that bring despair. If beauty, that anomaly, is left us still, The cause les in their poverty, not in their will. If they had power ('amenities are bunk'), conceive How their insatiate...
Don’t Retreat
Do not retreat into your private world, That place of safety, sheltered from the storm, Where you may tend your garden, seek your soul, And rest with loved ones where the fire burns warm. To tend a garden is a precious thing But dearer still the one where all...
Victory?
Professional Sports The endless carnival of those sports constitutes a dramatic affirmation of power, wealth and virility in which victory is accomplished by many abusive exploitations, all in pursuit of winning and being top of the heap of the money game....
Elections
Their threats are terrible enough, but we could bear All that; it is their promises that bring despair. If beauty, that anomaly, is left us still, The cause les in their poverty, not in their will. If they had power ('amenities are bunk'), conceive How their insatiate...
Glory: Now and Then, Here and There
Good Night
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night....
World Without End
This world is not conclusion; A sequel stands beyond, Invisible, as music, But positive, as sound. It beckons and it baffles; Philosophies don’t know, And through a riddle, at the last, Sagacity must go. To guess it puzzles scholars; To gain it, men have...
SKYLIGHT
You were the one for skylights. I opposed Cutting into the seasoned tongue-and-groove Of pitch pine. I liked it low and closed, Its claustrophobic, nest-up-in-the-roof Effect. I liked the snuff-dry feeling, The perfect, trunk-lid fit of the old ceiling. Under there,...
Good Night
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night....