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:...
Not My King! Then Who is?

Not My King! Then Who is?

Love that gives, gives ever more, gives with zeal, with eager hands, spares not, keeps not, all outpours, ventures all its all expends. . Drained is love in making full, bound in setting others free, poor in making many rich, weak in giving power to be. . Therefore he...
Be my Way, my Truth, my Life

Be my Way, my Truth, my Life

Come, my Way, my Truth, my Life: Such a Way, as gives us breath: Such a truth, as ends all strife: Such a Life as killeth death.   Come, my Light, my Feast, my Strength: Such a Light, as shows a feast: Such a Feast, as mends in length: Such a Strength, as makes his...