“So have no fear of them, for nothing is covered that will not be revealed, or hidden that will not be known. What I tell you in the dark, say in the light, and what you hear whispered, proclaim on the housetops. And do not fear those who kill the body but cannot kill theContinue reading “Christmas 5: This Turbulent Priest (For Thomas Becket, Archbishop and Martyr)”
Go! into the world and find! the overlays that blind your eyes from what surrounds. Go out. Decide the lens through which to see your world. Behind your chosen screen is light that shines wherever you may walk. Be light. The world has many interfaces; see the face before you. Look into the eye ofContinue reading “Go!”
A New Year’s resolution: to get in the way less, so that love might have more room.
Do you see yonder cloud that’s almost in shape of a camel? (William Shakespeare) To the untrained eye, nothing has changed: smoke still billows from chimneys; mornings are dark; alarms wake too early; the mad prince still fools the diplomat with his madness, the sane with his sanity. To the untrained eye, all these cloudsContinue reading “Homecoming”
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”
What have you seen of the past? What stories do history’s pages tell? A mute dirge perhaps, or a final bugle, retreat sounding when battle’s about to be won? You look only in false places; the witness of the past tells only half-truth. It was not there when firmaments were sealed or covenants carved intoContinue reading “Lent: New Song 5”
The day comes and goes: families meet; food’s eaten; As tradition has it, rain comes at night. What then? Police patrol the festive season; Roads are blocked in case the Christmas sprite Has rendered some of us unsafe to drive. So wait. The moment passes, and too soon The chance will leave as quick asContinue reading “Christmas Candle: Christmas is Light”
Highways have no beauty in heat of summer: the road flattens and grass lies thirsty by the way. Nothing to see (the asphalt carpet rolls through nowhere fast), we dream of nothing but our pedestrian destinations. Should someone tell the day that new light might dawn across a languid, surprised hill, it would chuckle. And so the road stays nonchalant,Continue reading “Too Much Light 2: Prepare Your Eyes”