by revd | Mar 5, 2026 | Faith-shaping Poets
Geoffrey Anketell Studdert Kennedy was son of an Irish Anglican clergyman who lived in an age of Victorian middle-class prosperity, and British global power and influence. Born in his father’s vicarage in Leeds, he grew up in a city noted in 1904 for its poverty.[1]...
by revd | Feb 28, 2025 | Mission
When will you ever, Peace, wilddove, shy wings shut, You round me roaming end, and under be my boughs? When, Peace, will you Peace? I’ll not play hypocrite To own my heart: I yield you do come sometimes; but That piecemeal peace is poor peace. What pure peace...
by revd | Nov 23, 2023 | Humankind
“I’m not looking forward to Christmas,” The lass on the store check-out cries, Pinging the goods on the rumbling belt – The bread, and the wine, and the pies. I watch, as I stand in the fidgety queue As the lassie enlightens us all....
by revd | Aug 18, 2023 | Moral Justice
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...
by revd | Nov 21, 2022 | Our Father
When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild...
