Unintentionally, I keep vigil the night before while my son, restless for the dawn, unsettled by the changing of the clocks, bids me stay awake and pray. Some sleep gained before sunrise, yet when the lights comes it feels somehow the natural outworking of the night, for I’ve walked through all its stations, met itsContinue reading “Easter Sunday”
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Break O’Day
Written Easter Sunday in Pyengana, Tasmania Dedicated to the people of Break O’Day Parish, St Helens Drink from the brook. The day sparkles the hills in their joy. Look to the mountains: there comes your help. Springing forth from caves with rolled-away stones breaks the day, breaks the day. Singing in haze, this resurrection joyContinue reading “Break O’Day”
Easter Sunday
Rock-hard hearts: stone rolled away; see God shake us in His way. Unseeing eyes: look and know; cast off doubt at heaven’s show. Fearful feet: stop and see the empty tomb, the mystery. Dust-born flesh: He knows and heals. The heavens ring with Easter peals… And all our stony, ashen flesh is changed now inContinue reading “Easter Sunday”
The Consolations of Writing 