World Without End

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...
My Signal Box

My Signal Box

The signal box sometimes feels like one of those invitation tests: go to the wilds, endure the emptiness of yourself and return reformed. Confront that which is most you: stray to the dark realm of your bruised heart and let the light in, let the grand voice of...
Winged Life

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....
Low Sunday?

Low Sunday?

Often I try to analyse the quality of its silences. Is this where God hides from my searching?…   These are the hard ribs of a body that our prayers have failed to animate. Shadows advance from their corners to take possession of places the light held for...
My Dragon?

My Dragon?

The times are nightfall, look, their light grows less; The times are winter, watch, a world undone…. And I not help….   Or what is else? There is your world within. There rid the dragons, root out there the sin. ’’Your will is  law in that small...