Low Sunday?

Low Sunday?

Often I try to analyse the quality of its silences. Is this where God hides from my searching?…   These are the hard ribs of a body that our prayers have failed to animate. Shadows advance from their corners to take possession of places the light held for...
Search Me O God

Search Me O God

Search me, O God, and know my heart today Try me, O Lord, and know my thoughts, I pray See if there be some wicked way in me Cleanse me from every sin and set me free.   I praise you Lord, for cleansing me from sin Fulfil your word, and make me pure within Fill...
Where has he Gone?

Where has he Gone?

With many tears I went in search of him, Climbing high mountains which did still ascend, And gave me echoes when I called my friend; Through cities vast and charnel-houses grim, And high cathedrals where the light was dim, Through books and arts and works without an...