And nothing pure dies when safe in truth, For truth and life flow from the same deep spring, Restoring, making new each broken thing, Our death and dying fading into youth. And if our doubting hearts required proof, The flowers promise too what time can bring: A crown of roses for a weary king AndContinue reading “Clouds and Crowns No.4”
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Ex-Nihilo
If it is true, then what I see as debris, dross, may be somehow rearranged in You, an altar where Your praises sing and shine, though made of ash. For no-one but You has eyes to see the insides of the dark yet change its composites and make it bright. Only You who spokeContinue reading “Ex-Nihilo”
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)”
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)”
The Consolations of Writing 