White though simple carries every colour. Glory – small word – is manifold. Break apart light and find prismatic wonder. None of this has words. What then? What sounds can be made to stir hearts? The Word – singular yet many pleats, Many rooms – beams and breathes from beginning. How can we reveal? WeContinue reading “Doxa”
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Lent: Enough 6
Hold tight that I will not hold tight fists clenched, to world. when all its passing joys toy. Hold tight that I may tie my heart to Yours. When sight and touch fail me, hold my nothing in Your everything. More than enough, more than all joy, all glory – nakedness transfigured, brightness outContinue reading “Lent: Enough 6”
Lent: Enough 5
What warmth I hide in will soon grow cold. All Peter’s false fires, Adam’s cloak of leaves, will burn out, fade, and leave nakedness in ash. Clothe me. My shame is always before me. Nothing hides from Your sight what should be white, yet’s stained like blood. O God. I stand – naked, dust. YouContinue reading “Lent: Enough 5”
Lent: Enough 4
Praise Him that all our rags have failed: more longing then for Heaven’s clothes. And praise Him too that faces fall so that we seek His more. Enough that we now dimly see, and in ourselves feel death’s sentence. Enough that we have glimpsed this sight and die to know itsContinue reading “Lent: Enough 4”
Lent: Enough 2
Hold tight. My covenants break; I cannot hold myself, my trust. My word unbinds before I bind myself to it. Yet this is mine, this is enough: Jesus my own and His brother. What world may fling, what failings ring against me count for nothing. This is enough. My God, my covenant, my binding joy.Continue reading “Lent: Enough 2”
Lent: The Wait, the Weight 6
Number days, yet know your days are kept in Him. If He held stars, then He can hold your dross, your deadened weight. At dead-ends, wait. He makes all things well. Hope can break, yet covenant anchors days and ends. Morning mends. The dross, the deadened weight of broken hope lifts. WhenContinue reading “Lent: The Wait, the Weight 6”
Lent: The Wait, the Weight 5
Call this to mind. Your mind is not a vacuum, nor carved in stone, impervious to change. Neurones learn the pathways we expect. Call this to mind: He is faithful. Call this to heart. The heart weighs heavy, the soul drags; mud and mire are easiest to tread. But you were not born here; HeContinue reading “Lent: The Wait, the Weight 5”
Lent: The Wait, the Weight 4
What weighs heaviest now will soon be light; what looms most stormily passes soon. Clouds cannot linger; waves must break. Because of this, we wait. This lightness feels most dense now, but the weight of glory, light as air, will fall and smother all your Now and revel in Not Yet. We call to mindContinue reading “Lent: The Wait, the Weight 4”
Lent: The Wait, the Weight 2
How long? How long? I drag my voice. I cling, I waiver, I thirst, I desire – My spirit shall rejoice. In silence, in hum of background noise, I stretch my neck from familiar mire – How long? How long? I unravel voice. The wait, the weight of hidden joys, When all my sky cloudsContinue reading “Lent: The Wait, the Weight 2”
Lent: The Wait, the Weight 1
Waves drag, anchor fails – my God my God why In this torpor, what lifts? The heart, bird-like, hovers – an albatross, a vulture? Yet a dove dives deep and holds; it coos what cannot be cried. My God my God why – too heavy for words, yet hands can be raised, barely, above theContinue reading “Lent: The Wait, the Weight 1”
The Consolations of Writing 