by revd | Apr 12, 2022 | Mission
When I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent Therewith to serve my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide, ‘Doth God...
by revd | Apr 12, 2022 | Our Father
Glory be to God for dappled things – For skies of couple-colour as a brindled cow; For rose moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut falls; finches wings; Landscape plotted and pierced – fold, fallow, and plough; And all trades, their gear...
by revd | Apr 12, 2022 | Mission
My apple trees will never get across And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him. He only says, ‘Good fences make good neighbours.’ Robert Frost (1874-1963), Mending Wall, 1914.
by revd | Apr 12, 2022 | Mission
Shame is my name Lame are my feet Shunned is my face My fame is disgrace. Frances M. Young, Brokenness and Blessing.
by revd | Apr 12, 2022 | Mission, Personal
This poet parasite of grief Lives on the falling, leaf by leaf, Of life’s illusion, glad to see The nakedness of misery. He probes his pen deep down within, To make a sonnet of a sin. A Realist, revealing less Life’s beauty than its bitterness. Yet purer eyes than his...
