The Drama of Clay
This is the drama of clay And the passion of the flood Bread cast over the waters Breathed upon and broken Like God upon the ground Ugly as sin and sorrowing, Pure and pouring out…
Category: Original Poetry
The Great In-Breath
And so The great in-breath happens But I do not know How long I can keep inhaling Before my lungs burst With excitement Spring is nearly at her culmination When the Sun God’s advances…
Weeping Blackbird
Do not disturb me I can barely move I do not wish to Let me sit Quiet and unhindered As the pages softly turn And the wind scatters apple petals Across the garden I…
Cross-Over Days
I have noticed cross-over days When one thing holds my attention Like bright starred daffodils So robust and sure of their time Allocated by divine Order Then bluebells Ascending, Bursting forth One diminishes as…
The Coming of Christmas
We have candled your coming O Lord of Love. As from the deep dark we have watched and waited your wombing into world; lit lamps of longing in our Advent art and found freedom in…
The Darkest Day
Those carefree days of Summer are a dim and distant dream.Autumn’s blaze of colours seems so very far away.I lay my sleeping bag behind a row of bins that make a useful screen.I close my…
The Christmas Puzzle
By Amanda Pizzolatto Oh Christmas road, oh Christmas road, how bittersweet is your dusty path, How weary each and every one will be, Yet for our home we pay this small fee . Oh Christmas…
Decorating for Christmas – “What Can I Do?”
by Lawrence Hall A little girl tugged at my arm and asked “But what can I do?” I sent her to Senora Anil because I didn’t know She came to me again and sadly…
The Eve Before the Feast
This poem was inspired by watching “Carols from Kings”, conducted without a congregation, during lockdown. It made me think about how strange it felt to see these acts of worship taking place in empty buildings.The…