Sonnet to Two Horses

  Two horses by the gate, cross-necked, One earthen brown the other creme, Stand watching withered leaves sun-wrecked On branches nearing winterlean; Two horses lit by morning lamp, One younger by four years or so, Still, listening in late summer’s damp For what the elder knows will grow; Two horses in the green, streamed field,Read more

Mare Tirreno

Every rock’s a throne on The Tyrrhenian Sea Where the blue court waits Indiscriminately On every man, a king, Rich as any could be Honoured and guarded by The sentry of Capri. Every rock’s a throne on The Tyrrhenian Sea But should the azure Beckon such kings to free Their seats, and swim beyond, MereRead more

Cloud

  I woke up in a cloud where The only stirred creatures rose Higher, broader in the closed World, open in worship over-dew. The long summer’s spent, now Only the rooster (by faith) Joins in prayer, even he half-fooled By the veil over valley thrown.  

Thunder

With thunder round about The tiny pilot brings Treasure from flower to flout On beating, blurry wings. In scale she may be slight, Her movement hardly heard, But none’s so swift in flight, As lightening; Hummingbird.  

How to change the world

“…our bodies have many parts, and God has put each part just where he wants it. How strange a body would be if it had only one part…some parts of the body that seem weakest and least important are actually the most necessary…” (1 Corinthians 12) Part of growing up in Christian maturity is comingRead more

Lord, teach us to pray

Many times in the gospels we see Jesus’ disciples struggling to keep up or getting things the wrong way round. This might be somewhat encouraging for anyone trying to follow Jesus today – a welcomed reminder that following Jesus isn’t always as easy as you might think. In Jesus we meet a new kind of person, someoneRead more

God’s Last Words

Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all (Emily Dickinson) Whenever I preside over a funeral or memorial, joining with and serving people in grief, there’s often talk about the last experience shared with the loved one being mourned. WeRead more

Withered or Watered

Every year the long awaited Christmas season arrives and, try as I might to let it linger, it does seem to dissipate rather quickly leaving something of a dull ache behind. Perhaps this feeling is telling of how we approach Christmas in the first place, as it can so often end up buried in hurryRead more