Pilgrimage to Bardsey Island

Pilgrimage to Bardsey Island

There is an island there is no going to but in a small boat the way the saints went, travelling the gallery of the frightened faces of the long drowned, munching the gravel of its beaches. So I have gone up the salt lane to the building with the stone altar and the...
God’s fantastic move

God’s fantastic move

Tripping over Joy What is the difference Between your experience of Existence And that of a saint?   The saint knows that the spiritual path Is a sublime chess game with God And that the Beloved Has just a Fantastic Move   That the saint is now continually Tripping...
I despise myself and curse my fate

I despise myself and curse my fate

When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes I all alone between my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising Haply I think...
Ageing happily

Ageing happily

Who would have thought my shrivelled heart Could have recovered greenness? It was gone Quite underground; as flowers depart To see their mother-root, when they have blown; Where they together All the hard weather, Dead to the world, keep house unknown….   And now in...
No cross; no crown

No cross; no crown

No pain; no palm. No thorns; no throne. No gall; no glory. No cross; no crown.   William Penn (1644-1718).