My gift is me

My gift is me

Persons are the gifts of God to me. They are already wrapped, Some beautifully and others less attractively, Some have been mishandled in the mail; Others come ‘special delivery’. Some are loosely wrapped; others, very tightly enclosed But the wrapping is not the...
Finding God

Finding God

I went to church to find you But found in there instead The people looking inward To find you in their head. George Knowles, Pit to Priest, Hucknall, 2007.
In the sacred store the music died

In the sacred store the music died

I went down to the sacred store Where I’d heard the music years before But the man there said the music wouldn’t play And in the streets the children screamed The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed But not a word was spoken The church bells all were...
In case of fire what will I save?

In case of fire what will I save?

And whereas I had said; letters and photos And seen myself muscling through the flames, You would go back especially for your houseplants – Those dreamy weeping figs, this stocky yucca – What’s worth remembering remembered, leaving Both hands free for carrying out the...
When we have nothing to offer

When we have nothing to offer

When we are weak, we are strong. When our eyes close on the world, then somewhere within us the bush burns. When we are poor and aware of the inadequacy of our table, it is to that uninvited the guest comes. R.S. Thomas (913-2000), ,...