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
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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
Mothering Sunday At last, in spite of all, a recognition, For those who loved and laboured for so long, Who brought us, through that labour, to fruition To flourish in the place where we belong.
Nothing really to do with deacons. Just because he's one of my favourites. You can listen to the poem too if you click on the heading. George Herbert Gentle exemplar, help us in our trials, With all that passed between you and your Lord, That intimate exchange of frowns and smiles Which chronicled your love-match … Continue reading GEORGE HERBERT, priest and poet
Malcolm Guite's poem connects up the ash that many Christians will receive today with the destruction of God's earth, and calls for repentance. You can also listen to the poem by clicking on the title. Ash Wednesday Receive this cross of ash upon your brow, Brought from the burning of Palm Sunday’s cross. The forests … Continue reading THIS CROSS OF ASH
A poem for All Saints (click on the title if you would prefer to listen to the poet, Malcolm Guite, reading it) and an icon of the Coptic martyrs murdered by Isis, for All Souls. All Saints Though Satan breaks our dark glass into shards Each shard still shines with Christ’s reflected light, It glances … Continue reading ALL SAINTS and ALL SOULS
CofE Network of Distinctive Deacons 