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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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Tomorrow Morning

Tomorrow Morning

Here dies another day, During which I have had eyes, ears, hands And the great world around me; And with tomorrow begins another. Why am I allowed two?   G.K. Chesterton (1874-1936).

The Bible: Bestowed Word of God

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Jesus Christ: Crucified God in Person

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I bet my life on Christ

I bet my life on Christ

…. I bet my life on beauty, truth, And love!  Not abstract, but incarnate truth; Not beauty’s passing shadow, but its self, Its very self made flesh – love realized. I bet my life on Christ, Christ crucified. Behold your God! My soul cries out. He hangs, Serenely...

Humankind: Sinful, Rebellious and Faithless

War

War

Waste of muscle, waste of brain, Waste of patience, waste of pain, Waste of manhood, waste of health, Waste of beauty, waste of wealth, Waste of blood, and waste of tears, Waste of youth’s most precious years, Waste of glory, waste of God,- War!   Geoffrey...

Wrack of mortal things!

Wrack of mortal things!

Man at the best a creature frail and vain, In knowledge ignorant, in strength but weak, Subject to sorrows, losses, sickness, pain, Each storm his state, his mind, his body break, From some of these he never finds cessation, But day or night, within, without,...

Not Waving but Drowning

Not Waving but Drowning

Nobody heard him, the dead man, But still he lay moaning; I was much further out than you thought And not waving but drowning. Poor chap, he always loved larking And now he’s dead. It must have been too cold for him, his heart gave way, They said. Oh, no no no, it was...

Halts by me that footfall

Halts by me that footfall

I fled him down the nights and down the days. I fled him down the arches of the years; I fled him down the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind; and, in the midst of tears I hid from him, and under running laughter. Up vistaed slopes I sped; And shot precipitated, Adown...

The Grace of God: Justifying and Converting

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Grandfather

Grandfather

Grandfather sits and begins breakfast, Staring into is coffee cup…. He is a Calvinist to be sure, sound and wise if settled in his ways. He believes in hell, and firmly in damnation, but will not call it down. He sees himself growing out of this world: trying hard not...

Christ-likeness: Progressive Christian Living

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Power must subserve wisdom

Power must subserve wisdom

Power and Wisdom But what is strength without a double share Of wisdom? Vast, unwieldy, burdensome, Proudly secure, yet liable to fall By weakest subtleties; not made to rule, But to subserve where wisdom bears command.   John Milton (1608-74), Samson...

Holy Spirit: in Christian Experience

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Time passes, waiting

Time passes, waiting

… Young I pronounced you. Older I still do, but seldomer now, leaning far out over an immense depth, letting your name go and waiting, somewhere between faith and doubt for the echoes of its arrival.   R.S. Thomas (1913-2000), Frequencies,...

Believers: Assured, Called and Prayerful

Restrained?

Restrained?

  The fixed pew in Protestant church buildings has become a symbol of the gaol-like imprisonment of worshippers, so that, contrary to the Protestant insistence on liberty of conscience among individual believers they are finally restrained from taking liberties...

Sainted Glass

Sainted Glass

To one kneeling down no word came, Only the wind’s song, saddening the lips Of the grave saints, rigid in glass; Or the dry whisper of unseen wings, Bats not angels, in the high roof.   Was he balked by silence? He kneeled long And saw love in a dark crown Of thorns...

Deliver us from cant

Deliver us from cant

…He bids us love our enemies, And live in Christian peace, ‘Tis only he can order wars and woes that never cease. Vengeance is mine, I will repay; Beware! Thou shalt not kill: Behold the bloody fields of France, They are God’s holy will….   He is the unknown God...

Sing Without Need of Reply

Sing a new song to the Lord, sing through the skin of your teeth, sing in the code of your blood, sing with a throat full of earth,   sing to the quick of your nails, sing from the knots of your lungs, sing like a dancer on coals, sing as a madman in tongues,...

The Church: Provisional but Necessary

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Churchgoing

Churchgoing

A serious house on serious earth it is, In whose blent air all our compulsions meet, Are recognised, and robed as destinies. And that much can never be obsolete Since someone will forever be surprising A hunger in himself to be more serious, And gravitate with it to...

The Mission of God

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Useless

Useless

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...

Moral Justice: a Vision of God’s Kingdom

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Glory: Now and Then, Here and There

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Loved ones gone before

Loved ones gone before

There’s a Friend for little children Above the bright blue sky. They are watching at the portal, They are waiting at the door, Waiting only for my coming, All the loved ones, gone before.   Albert Midlane, Sacred Songs and Solos.