Simple Grace
When I draw my last breath I’ll wish I had one more to tell you all the things I never said before. Of your relentless love descending…
The Bishop’s Hands
Rivers of strife pour through his veins. White age furls rapidly, time’s rapids reach As fingers. Time does not have time to teach. So he is here;…
The Garden Gate
Welcome, my friend, please enter through my gate! For sun is off sleeping, and night is fine. Your road may be long, but now it can wait…
Some Notes on (Not) Noticing
He saw no colour but those he knew…but they were fresh and poignant, as if he had at that moment first perceived them. - Tolkien, The Two…
The Road to Spring
Breath turns to vapour, bushes burn with frost, Crystal puddles punctuating the trail, On which the sun’s battles are frankly lost, As noon-day sees its thawing vigour…
David’s Calling
Half-forgotten in the fields, I watch sheep Be sheep, my brothers doing God knows what, I see no lions but try not to sleep, Or shrivel up,…
A Woman Preparing Vegetables
After Vermeer A woman – quite unknown to me - preparing Vegetables, is framed within a window: Has this ever been recorded, made subject Of a painting,…
Regeneration
After Annie Dillard’s Pilgrim at Tinker Creek Barefoot and bewildered, climbing through barbed wire, Baffled by blackness. A choir of conundrums begins to hum— The sun…
Footwear: A Poem
I know I don’t need another pair of shoes, But they, I see – although second-hand – Are finely made - to my mind, beautiful: The standard…
The Name of Truth
Truth is the agreement of our ideas with the ideas of God - Jonathan Edwards In the streets of the world Truth is walking veiled like…
