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Feeling Autumnal?

Mars burns bright and close this October: I watch it through the window, as I lie, too-awake, in the dark. Drawn-in under covers as the cold bites, I shrink, foetal-shaped but old-fleshed, frail.   I am autumnal: dry-leaved, mud-under-foot, dark-dayed,...

War Nearer Home!

Across our planet earth there bleed the wounds of war, With livelihoods destroyed and cherished homes no  more; The people flee, abused and scarred and travelling far, Poor refugees.   Across our planet earth the wounds of war go deep With generations taught...

Leavings

And if, as autumn deepens and darkens I feel the pain of falling leaves, and stems that break in storms and trouble and dissolution and distress and then the softness of deep shadows folding, folding around my soul and spirit, around my lips so sweet, like a swoon, or...

Batter my heart!

  Batter my heart, three-personed God, for you As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise and stand, o’erthrow me and bend Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new. I, like an usurped town to another due, Labour to admit you, but...

The Inner Storm

I am a ghost  who walks alone. Beyond my yard are high stone walls. I walk and move and speak with calm. But let me tell you this my friends; Beneath the smile, the wave, the nod There screams an inner storm. It roars and wails and tears its hair. It pours in torrents...

Last Scene

This is my play's last scene, here heavens appoint My pilgrimages last mile; and my race Idly, yet quickly run, hath this last pace, My spans last inch, my minutes latest point, And gluttonous death, will instantly un-joint My body, and my soul, and I shall sleep a...

Wheels or Feet?

London walking to work? Unthinkable. The Wheel is the rock on which London stands. And moves. Jesus is not remembered For wheels. Sandals, hooves and boats Fixed his pace; the Steady, mindful steps Necessary when Setting one's face Towards Jerusalem.   Bruce...

True Love

Marry those loves, which in youth scattered be On Fame, Wit, Hopes (false mistresses) to thee. Churches are best for Prayer, that have least light: To see God only, I go out of sight: And to scape stormy days, I choose An Everlasting night. John Donne (1572-1631),...

Sabbath Renewal

The clearing rests in song and shade. It is a creature made By old light held in soil and leaf, By human joy and grief, By human work, Fidelity of sight and stroke, By rain, by water on The parent stone. We join our work to Heaven's gift, Our hope to what is left,...

Tree-lighted!

How will the legend of the age of trees Feel, when the last tree falls in England? When the concrete spreads and the town conquers The country’s heart; when contraceptive Tarmac’s laid where farm has faded, Tramline flows where slept a hamlet, And shop-fronts, blazing...

Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night....

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Our Father: Hallowed on Earth as in Heaven

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My God I could not see. I sought my soul; My soul eluded me. I sought my brother; And I found all three. David Adam, The Edge of Glory.

My God, where  are you?

My God, where are you?

Just are the ways of God, And justifiable to men, Unless there be who think no God at all, If any be, they walk obscure; For of such doctrine never was there school, But the heart of a fool, And no man therein doctor but himself. John Milton (1608-74), Samson...

The worship of an hostage

The worship of an hostage

My eyes are almost burned by what I see…. A brown broken bowl and in it some apricots, some small oranges, some nuts, cherries, a banana…. I cannot, I will not eat this fruit. I sit in quiet joy, so complete, beyond the meaning of joy. My soul finds its own...

Indifferent?

Indifferent?

When Jesus came to Birmingham they simply passed him by They never hurt a hair of him, they only let him die; For men had grown more tender, and they would not give him pain, They only passed him down the street, and left him in the rain.   Studdert Kennedy G.A....

The Bible: Bestowed Word of God

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Jesus Christ: Crucified God in Person

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We need a suffering God

We need a suffering God

When this world’s pleasures for my soul sufficed, Ere my heart’s plummet sounded depths of pain, I called on reason to control my brain, And scoffed at that old story of the Christ.   But when o’er burning wastes my feet had trod, And all my life was desolate with...

Humankind: Sinful, Rebellious and Faithless

Contemplation’s door to wisdom and virtue

Contemplation’s door to wisdom and virtue

Virtue could see to do what virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk. And wisdom’s self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude, Where with her best nurse Contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings That in...

My Acorn Child!

My Acorn Child!

I sought to stand for God Tall, straight and proud, An oak of righteousness Head in a cloud.   The spirit winds that blew Stripped all my leaf, Broke heavy branches off, Trunk split in grief.   The gentle morning sun Shone down on me, My helplessness complete, A...

Ignorant of themselves, of God much more

Ignorant of themselves, of God much more

The worldly wisest Alas! What can they teach, and not mislead, Ignorant of themselves, of God much more, And how the world began, and how man fell, Degraded by himself, on grace depending? Much of the soul they talk, but all awry; And in themselves seek virtue; and to...

Set me Free!

Set me Free!

Hear me, O God! A broken heart Is my best prayer; Use still thy rod That I may prove Therein thy love.   If thou hadst not Been stern to me, But left me free, I had forgot Myself and Thee.   For sin’s so sweet, As minds ill bent Rarely repent, Until they meet Their...

The Grace of God: Justifying and Converting

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Thank you, Lord

Thank you, Lord

… if all the world Should in a pet of temperance feed on pulse, Drink the clear stream and nothing wear but freize, The all-giver would be unthanked, would be unpraised, Not half his riches known, and yet despised; And we should serve him as a grudging master, As a...

Christ-likeness: Progressive Christian Living

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The gift has been given

The gift has been given

Be still my soul, and steadfast. Earth and heaven both are still watching though time is draining from the clock and your walk, that was confident and quick, has become slow.   So be slow if you must, but let the heart still play its true part. Love still as once you...

Holy Spirit: in Christian Experience

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Listening now and forever?

Listening now and forever?

The god of dirt came up to me many times and said so many wise and delectable things, I lay on the grass listening to his dog voice, crow voice, frog voice: now, he said, and now, and never once mentioned forever,  which has nevertheless always been, like a sharp iron...

Believers: Assured, Called and Prayerful

Resentful friend

Resentful friend

Hello it is me, Your old friend and your old enemy, Your loving friend who often neglects you, Your complicated friend, Your utterly perplexed and decidedly resentful friend, Partly loving, partly hating, partly not caring. It is me.   Harry Williams...

God stopped stars in flight and listened

God stopped stars in flight and listened

He placed a prayer-wheel where the wild winds dance, And some complained his piety was lazy; But then his thoughts on prayer were rather lazy; Yet God attended to his suppliance.   He knelt on scarlet plush before his Lord’ And mumbled words of ancient litanies, But...

Prayer: Watching and Waiting

Prayer: Watching and Waiting

Prayer is like watching for the Kingfisher.  All you can do is Be where he is likely to appear, and Wait. Often nothing happens; There is space, silence and Expectancy. No visible sign, only the Knowledge that he’s been there, And may come again. Seeing or not seeing...

Glimpses of Truth

Glimpses of Truth

Open my eyes that I may see Glimpses of Truth Thou hast for me; Place in my hand the wonderful key That shall unlock and set me free. Silently now I wait for Thee, Ready my God, Thy will to see, Open my eyes, illumine me, Spirit divine.   Clara H. Scott...

The Church: Provisional but Necessary

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Sublime words for our hearts and minds

Sublime words for our hearts and minds

I see them working in old rectories by the sun’s light, by candlelight, venerable men, their black cloth a little dusty, a little green with holy mildew. And yet their skulls, ripening over so many prayers, toppled into the same grave with oafs and yokels. They left...

The Mission of God

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The call-out from our comfort

The call-out from our comfort

From our low seat beside the fire, Where we have dozed and dreamed And watched the glow Or raked the ashes, stopping so We scarcely saw the sun and rain above Or looked higher Than this same quiet red or burned out fire Tonight we heard a call.   And so we cannot sit...

Moral Justice: a Vision of God’s Kingdom

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Blind. Does it matter?

Blind. Does it matter?

Does it matter? Losing your sight? There’s such a splendid work for the blind: And people will always be kind, As you sit on the terrace remembering, And turning your face to the light.   Siegfrid Sassoon (1886-1967), 1918.

Glory: Now and Then, Here and There

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 In heaven and on earth, our Father

 In heaven and on earth, our Father

  …my soul was stirred and once again you came, a passing vision, a glimmer of beauty pure. In fullness beats my heart, feeling once again the resurrection of divinity, and inspiration, and life, and tears, and love.   Alexander Pushkin...