Christ is Truth

Christ is Truth

But ah, bright forelock, cluster that you are Of favoured make and mind and health and youth, Where lies your landmark, sea mark, or soul’s star? There’s none but truth can stead you. Christ is truth.   There’s none but good can be good, both...
Begin Again

Begin Again

Nor can you long be, what you now are, called fair, Do what you may do, what, do what you may, And wisdom is early to despair: Be beginning; since, no, nothing can be done To keep at bay Age and age’s evils, hoar hair, Ruck and wrinkle, drooping, dying,...
Peace

Peace

When will you ever, Peace, wilddove, shy wings shut, You round me roaming end, and under be my boughs? When, Peace, will you Peace? I’ll not play hypocrite To own my heart: I yield you do come sometimes; but That piecemeal peace is poor peace. What pure peace...
Reborn

Reborn

And now in age I bud again, After so many deaths I live and write; I once more smell the dew and rain, And relish versing. Oh my only light, It cannot be That I am he On whom thy tempests fell all night.   George Herbert (1593-1633). The...
Springtime

Springtime

By night when others soundly slept And hath at once both ease and Rest, My waking eyes were open kept And so to lie I found it best. I sought him whom my Soul did Love, With tears I sought him earnestly. He bow’d his ear down from Above. In vain I did not seek or cry....