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...
Black Friday

Black Friday

‘You will not sleep, if you lie there a thousand years, until you have opened your hand and yielded that which is not yours to give or to withhold.’ ‘I cannot’, she (Lilith) answered, ‘I would if I could, for I am weary, and the shadows of death are gathering about...
The Second Coming

The Second Coming

Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand. The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert A shape with lion body and the head of a man, A gaze blank...