Poetry
Branches once encased in December’s ice, like gigantic claws
Reaching up towards winter’s cold blue skies,
There is now only Him
Under the white sky.
The mountains shimmer,
The wind scours every cell,
The sand grained under His fingernails.
For the first time ever
He feels …
here we clergy are
sitting in a ring,
being friendly souls;
ecumenical
making jolly jokes,
nervous of ourselves,
shy of subjects too
theological,
anecdotes and smiles
risking very little
glancing round the room
sipping our …
And when the night comes
And darkness drifts over the earth
And fields vanish
And hedgerows become blurs of colour,
And the falling frost
Lays a bridal veil on …
Where does truth lie? In angels’ joy,
when worshipping magi knelt
and heaven touched trembling earth
In blaze of brightest star?
Or is truth found in laughter, sparkling …
Spirit of God, upon the face
of sleep’s dark waters glide,
to bring relief to all who mourn,
and ease the pain they hide.
Lord, intervene, now morning …
Here, in the indigo sky and in the lovely colours of an early dawn.
Here, all fenced in tight by the guards of a guarded …
In the event…
and the future stops a little sooner
than weíd planned,
Iíd like for you to hold fast to those things
which time cannot erode.
George Herbert …
So what is new
about this command to love?
Surely it goes without saying
for have we not known this
since we were children?
Yet, as we hear …
With a tremor of its wafer wing
They say a butterfly in spring
Can in time spin a tornado
Across the Kansas plain
Or hurl a tidal wave …
