by revd | Nov 21, 2025 | Our Father
Frosted teasel with hidden seed Whereon finches come to feed Alight and flit from head to head Then dart to thorn bush, berries red. Frosted teasel weathered storms To share your fruits this frosty morn, A season’s growth yet now so tall, Modest flower...
by revd | Nov 6, 2025 | Our Father
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in His hand Who saith, ‘A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!’… So, take and use Thy...
by revd | Oct 16, 2025 | Believers
A rose, planted by my father’s hands, so long ago. Less fruitful now, thinner, less flowers. “It’s old,” said the old man, my father, “It’s tired. It’s near the end of its life.” Who’d have thought it? A rose, growing old, tired, dying? My father did. He understood,...
by revd | Oct 10, 2025 | Humankind
I have had worse partings, but none that so Gnaws at my mind still. Perhaps it is roughly Saying what God alone could perfectly show – How selfhood begins with a walking away, And love is proved in the letting go. Cecil Day-Lewis (1904-72), Walking Away ...
by revd | Sep 5, 2025 | Believers
Only the present is thy part and fee And happy thou, If, though thou didst not beat thy future brow, Thou could’st well see What present things required of thee. They ask enough; why should’st thou further go? Raise not the mud Of future depths, but drink...
