I must atone

I must atone

It is not the feeling of anything I’ve ever done Which I might get away from, or of anything in me I could get rid of – but of emptiness, or failure Towards someone, or something, outside of myself: And I feel I must – atone – is that the word?   T.S. Eliot...
Wise men

Wise men

We returned to our places, these kingdoms, But no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation, With an alien people clutching their gods. I should be glad of another death.   T.S. Eliot (1888-1965), The Three Kings....
I am weary

I am weary

I am not God’s little lamb, I am God’s sick tiger. and I prowl about at night, and what I love I bite, and upon the jungle grass I slink, snuff the aroma of my mental stink, taste the salt tang of tears upon the brink of my uncomfortable muzzle. My tail, my beautiful,...
Search me, O God, and known my heart today

Search me, O God, and known my heart today

Search me, O God, and known my heart today; Try me, O Lord, and know my thoughts, I pray; See if there be some wicked way in me: Cleanse me from every sin and set me free.   I praise you, Lord, for cleansing me from sin; Fulfil your word, and make me pure within;...
Song of a Lesbian 

Song of a Lesbian 

All my life’s been lived in fragments, Just a part of me was shown, A part I shared with friends, And a part I lived at home, A part I showed my work-place And a part the church could share, And a part of me was hidden In closets of despair.   Marsha Stevens...