They came, as called, according to the Law. Though they were poor and had to keep things simple, They moved in grace, in quietness, in awe, For God was coming with them to His temple.
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The dark nails pierce him and the sky turns black We watch him as he labours to draw breath He takes our breath away to give it back, Return it to its birth through his slow death.
We think of him as safe beneath the steeple,
Or cosy in a crib beside the font,
But he is with a million displaced people
On the long road of weariness and want.
I love this poem by Malcolm Guite, which especially celebrates single mums and the amazing job so many of them do. As always, you can hear Malcolm reading his poem if you click on the title. I’ve also added some links to resources. Mothering Sunday At last, in spite of all, a recognition, For those … Continue reading MOTHERING SUNDAY: with resources
If you click on this title you can listen to the poem. What If… “But I say unto you, that every idle word that men shall speak, they shall give account thereof in the day of judgment. For by thy words thou shalt be justified, and by thy words thou shalt be condemned.” Matthew 12:36-37 … Continue reading EVERY IDLE WORD
Christ The King Mathew 25: 31-46 Our King is calling from the hungry furrows Whilst we are cruising through the aisles of plenty, Our hoardings screen us from the man of sorrows, Our soundtracks drown his murmur: ‘I am thirsty’. He stands in line to sign in as a stranger And seek a welcome from … Continue reading THE FEAST OF CHRIST THE KING
Luke His gospel is itself a living creature A ground and glory round the throne of God, Where earth and heaven breathe through human nature And One upon the throne sees it is good. Luke is the living pillar of our healing, A lowly ox, the servant of the four, We turn his page to … Continue reading FEAST OF ST LUKE
Columba You called me and I came to Colmcille To learn at last the meaning of my name Though you yourself were called, and not the caller, He called through you and when He called I came. Came to the edge at last, in Donegal, Where bonfires burned and music lit the flame As from the … Continue reading ST COLUMBA’S DAY
The 8th of May is the feast day of Julian of Norwich, sometimes known as Mother Julian or Lady Julian. She was an English Mystic of the late fourteenth Century, living as an Anchoress (hermit) in Norwich. Her Shewings, or Revelations of Divine Love, a series of mystical visions of and conversations with Jesus, remain … Continue reading JULIAN OF NORWICH
Poet Malcolm Guite and artist John August Swanson accompany us as Holy Week begins. Palm Sunday Now to the gate of my Jerusalem, The seething holy city of my heart, The saviour comes. But will I welcome him? Oh crowds of easy feelings make a start; They raise their hands, get caught up in the … Continue reading PALM SUNDAY