Tomorrow I will be going away for a few days, on a school hiking trip, so there will be no poems posted here while I’m gone. To get ahead on the poems left for August, here is the poem for August 29, the second poem for John the Baptist. His Name is John Part 2Continue reading “His Name is John Part 2 (For the Beheading of John the Baptist)”
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Tolle Lege (For Augustine of Hippo)
I was saying these things and weeping in the most bitter contrition of my heart, when suddenly I heard the voice of a boy or a girl – I know not which – coming from a neighbouring house, chanting over and over again, “Pick it up, read it; pick it up, read it.” Immediately IContinue reading “Tolle Lege (For Augustine of Hippo)”
Monica’s Dream (For Monica, Mother of Augustine of Hippo)
For by the light of the faith and spirit which she received from thee, she saw that I was dead. And thou didst hear her, O Lord, thou didst hear her and despised not her tears when, pouring down, they watered the earth under her eyes in every place where she prayed. Thou didst trulyContinue reading “Monica’s Dream (For Monica, Mother of Augustine of Hippo)”
Dwelling Place (Thirteenth Sunday After Pentecost)
What no building can contain Has made its dwelling place among us; What no temple can withstand Has come to live within our walls. What no body can perceive Has entered in this living body; What no heart can understand Has come to dwell inside the heart. What no eye can bear to see HasContinue reading “Dwelling Place (Thirteenth Sunday After Pentecost)”
Skin and Soul (For Bartholomew, Apostle and Martyr)
Tradition says he lost his skin, Being flayed alive and then Beheaded; so the paintings show Him with a large knife and his own Skin, draped sometimes as a shroud, Sometimes like a robe of glory. And there is only one story Which the Scriptures tell of him; He carries there another name – Nathanael,Continue reading “Skin and Soul (For Bartholomew, Apostle and Martyr)”
The Meaning of Spring
In honour of Melbourne’s indecisive weather and the potential end of the souther winter, here is an essay I have written about the poetic implications of spring. The Meaning of Spring
Birthday For All Anglicans
(On making the 8th of September the day for remembering all Anglican birthdays) Although I have no doubt that Mary, Jesus’ mother, was once born, And though, however ordinary, Her day of birth deserves no scorn, It seems to me that many here Have had birthdays which we do not Remember in the Christian Year;Continue reading “Birthday For All Anglicans”
Only This (For John Fisher and Thomas More)
I missed this one too back on 6 July. It was a difficult one to write, being about two martyrs of the British Counter Reformation – two men about whom good can be said but who, in the end, sadly missed the point. Only This (For John Fisher and Thomas More) When all is revealed,Continue reading “Only This (For John Fisher and Thomas More)”
Like Him
Here is another poem belonging earlier in the calendar. This one was written for the third Sunday of Easter. Like Him We saw Him; He sat With us and ate A piece of bread. We heard His voice and Knew it; He Showed His hands and Feet to say: Do ghosts have hands And feetContinue reading “Like Him”
Ears, Hands and Eyes
Collating my poems so far, I have realised that there were a few days in the calendar which I missed. I am now going back to write the missing poems, and will post them, a little out of order, as I write them. This poem was written for the second Sunday of Easter. Ears, HandsContinue reading “Ears, Hands and Eyes”
The Consolations of Writing 