How wide – Encompassing the earth’s vast circle scarred yet shining, reaching further than these nails, from east to west, wider that the earth’s whole orbit, wider than the girth of sun, than solar systems, galaxies – How long – Spanning further than the years, the length of time, the age of sun, longerContinue reading “Dimensions”
Author Archives: Matthew Pullar
12 Poets #1: Justification (After George Herbert’s “Redemption”)
George Herbert wrote around four hundred years ago, but his poetry is still powerfully immediate today. Perhaps it’s the sometimes shocking honesty of his work, perhaps the incredible confidence with which he moves between poetic forms and makes them altogether his own. This is particularly apparent in the handful of sonnets that he wrote. HerbertContinue reading “12 Poets #1: Justification (After George Herbert’s “Redemption”)”
The year of apprenticeship begins
Thanks to those of you who responded to my post about my new poetry project – a year of studying and learning from 12 of the best Christian poets, one a month, four poems from each. I’ve received some great suggestions and have also come across some wonderful poets myself as I’ve been searching forContinue reading “The year of apprenticeship begins”
Guarantor
There is no guarantee Within me Of righteousness or future glory, No guarantee Of how the story Will resolve. Yet in You in see, Only in Your pure blood, Continue reading “Guarantor”
The Answer
I am between writing projects at the moment, my liturgical poems on hold for a month until the last day in the calendar that I have yet to write about – Ascension Day at the start of May – and being yet to begin my Christian poets project (which you can expect to see meContinue reading “The Answer”
Rise (Saturday in Easter Week)
And He did; though it breaks our minds, He did. The tomb is empty, Peter’s face white like linen; Mary smiles and hearts are soon on fire; there’s no reason why the broken, wounded,Continue reading “Rise (Saturday in Easter Week)”
Stone Hearts (Friday in Easter Week)
It seems to cut against all logic, What we claim that we have seen: Dead men do not rise, the lame Do not stand up and walk. And though we shout and scream a name It has no power from the tomb; And yet His name made these bowed legs Straighten out and move. Continue reading “Stone Hearts (Friday in Easter Week)”
Author of Life (Thursday in Easter Week)
“It’s true: the Author of life lay dead, Lay three days inside death’s tomb, The Righteous and the Holy One Made Himself an offering to Ignorant, unrighteous men Who knew not what they did. It’s true, for we are witnesses; We saw Him breathe and saw Him die And sawContinue reading “Author of Life (Thursday in Easter Week)”
Breaking Bread, Mending Bones (Wednesday in Easter Week)
We had seen him do the same as this – men on mats, lame from their birth, men born blind, women who bled, rubbing mud into their eyes, ordering their legs, Continue reading “Breaking Bread, Mending Bones (Wednesday in Easter Week)”
A new project and an invitation
Those of you who have been following The Consolations of Writing for a while now will be aware that for the last year I have been working on a poetry project involving writing a poem for each day in the Anglican liturgical calendar. It’s been a mammoth task, but, with over 200 poems written, theContinue reading “A new project and an invitation”
The Consolations of Writing 