Earth’s crammed with heaven

Earth’s crammed with heaven

And every common bush aflame with God But only he who sees takes off his shoes, The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries. Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-61), Aurora Leigh.
Missing?

Missing?

Missing God, His grace is no longer called for before meals: farmed fish multiply without His intercession. Bread production rises through disease-resistant grains devised scientifically to mitigate His faults. Miss Him, during the civil wedding when, at the blossomy...
OMG

OMG

My God I could not see. I sought my soul; My soul eluded me. I sought my brother; And I found all three. David Adam, The Edge of Glory.

Coming Soon

It is this great absence that is like a presence, that compels me to address it without hope of a reply. It is a room I enter from which someone has just gone, the vestibule for the arrival of one who has not yet come. I modernise the anachronism of my language, but...
Thou art smitten, thou God

Thou art smitten, thou God

Thou art smitten, thou God Thy death is upon thee, O Lord. And the love-song of earth as thou diest Resounds through the wind of her wings – Glory to Man in the highest! For Man is the Master of things.   A.C. Swinburne (1837-1909), Hymn of...