a gambler who won

a gambler who won

And, sitting down, they watched him there, The soldiers did; There, while they played with dice, And, sitting down, they watched him there, The soldiers did; There, while they played with dice, He made his sacrifice, And died upon the cross to rid God’s world of sin....
Where has he Gone?

Where has he Gone?

Make no mistake If he rose at all It was as his body; If the cells’ dissolution did not reverse’ The molecules reknit, the amino acids rekindle, the church will fall.   It was not the flowers, Each soft Spring recurrent; It was not as his spirit in the mouths and...
Disappointed Saturday people

Disappointed Saturday people

Squeezed between Good Friday and Easter, Ignored by preachers and painters and poets, Saturday lies cold and dark and silent – An unbearable pause between death and life. There are many Saturday people To whom Easter does not come.  ...
Unbelieving Saturday

Unbelieving Saturday

  A solemn, sombre, leaden Saturday – the muscles and joints of the day lie slack. Silence entombed in stillness – dread Sabbath. Who can be a believer on this day? I’ve come so far to shed tears here at last in the city of my heart. No one stirs. Faith creeps...
He’s Gone

He’s Gone

‘He’s gone,’ says Joseph, and, with Pilate’s leave Eases the nails and lowers him from the Tree’ Wraps him in reverent and tender thoughts And lays him in the cave called Memory.   That cave is deeply hewn in Joseph’s heart: All that’s within will always be his own:...