Lord for ever mine

Lord for ever mine

My God, how perfect are thy ways! But mine polluted are; Sin twines itself around my praise, And slides into my prayer. When I would speak what thou hast done To save me from my sin, I cannot make thy mercies known But self-applause creeps in. Divine desire, that holy...
Just a Drip!

Just a Drip!

All the treasures under the sky are married in a drop of rain, which conceals the sun in its window, beds itself in the droughty earth, miracles its nature in conception and gives its mind to thoughts of life and birth. If I had such a considerate soul you would find...
The purpose of a poem

The purpose of a poem

… to save from death, decay and ruin the actual moment of vision and response, and keep in the real world…. Sophia De Mello Breyner (1919 -2004).
Holy Saturday

Holy Saturday

Not darkness but twilight in which even the best of minds must make its way now. And slowly the questions occur, vague but formidable for all that. We pass our hands over their surface like blind men, feeling for the mechanism that will swing them aside. They yield,...
Take a Holiday!

Take a Holiday!

All shall be Amen and Alleluia. We shall rest and we shall see, We shall see and we shall know, We shall know and we shall love, We shall love and we shall praise. Behold our end which is no end.   S. Augustine...