Winged Life

Winged Life

My tender Age in sorrow did begin And still with sicknesses and shame Thou didst so punish sin That I became Most thin.   With thee Let me combine, And feel this day thy victory: For if I imp (graft) my wing on thine, Affliction shall advance the flight  in me....
Low Sunday?

Low Sunday?

Often I try to analyse the quality of its silences. Is this where God hides from my searching?…   These are the hard ribs of a body that our prayers have failed to animate. Shadows advance from their corners to take possession of places the light held for...
My Dragon?

My Dragon?

The times are nightfall, look, their light grows less; The times are winter, watch, a world undone…. And I not help….   Or what is else? There is your world within. There rid the dragons, root out there the sin. ’’Your will is  law in that small...
Homecoming

Homecoming

Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back, Guilty of dust and sin. But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack From my first entrance in, Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning,      If I lacked anything.   ‘A guest’, I answered, ‘worthy to be here.’ Love said,...
Grow Younger

Grow Younger

My heart leaps up when I behold     A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began;  So is it now I am a man;  So be it when I shall grow old,     Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety....