Not my feet, Lord

Not my feet, Lord

Swift, tired, true, headstrong, tender, merciless – your feet have more persona than your head: born for earth that you may be freed for sky – Does anything that serves you serve like this? So why should someone say, ‘Not my feet, Lord – far rather wash my hands or...
Buy me a home in a perfect hell

Buy me a home in a perfect hell

I would buy me a perfect island home, Sweet set in a southern sea, And there I would build me a paradise For the heart o’ my Love and me.   I would plant me a perfect garden there, The one that my dream soul knows, And the years would flow as the petals grow, That...
Save your journeying soul

Save your journeying soul

When your ship Long moored in the harbour, Gives you the illusion Of being a house; When your ship Begins to put down roots In the stagnant water by the quay: Put out to sea! Save your boat’s journeying soul, And your own pilgrim soul, Cost what it may.   Dom...
Busy Bees

Busy Bees

Prophets of a future not our own! The kingdom is not only beyond our efforts, It is even beyond our vision.                                                     We accomplish in our lifetime only a tiny fraction Of the magnificent enterprise that is God’s work....
A window through thy grace

A window through thy grace

 LORD, how can man preach thy eternal word: He is a brittle crazy glass: Yet in thy temple thou dost him afford This glorious and transcendent place, To be a window, through thy grace.   But when thou dost anneal in glass thy story, Making thy life to shine...