Our Journey for Lent begins - with a new round of Art to share with you, connecting faith and feeling, spirituality and art - an...
A Purification At start of spring I open a trenchIn the ground. I put into it The winter’s accumulation of paper, Pages I do not want...
Makebelieve And on the first day god made something up. Then everything came along: seconds, sex and beasts and breaths and...
Today is the Festival of Holi - birthed from Hinduism, but a celebration of Indian/Nepalese culture worldwide. It is also World Poetry...
I Worried I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the riversflow in the right direction, will the earth turnas it was...
Little Gidding V What we call the beginning is often the endAnd to make and end is to make a beginning.The end is where we start...
The Bright Field I have seen the sun break throughto illuminate a small fieldfor a while, and gone my wayand forgotten it. But that...
FOR LENT, 1966 It is my Lent to break my Lent. To eat when I would fast, To know when slender strength is spent, Take...
Lullaby Lay your sleeping head, my love,Human on my faithless arm;Time and fevers burn awayIndividual beauty fromThoughtful children,...
The More Loving One Looking up at the stars, I know quite wellThat, for all they care, I can go to hell,But on earth indifference is...
Hoodlum BirdsThe fearless blackbirds see me againat the footpath beside the tall grassessprouting like unruly morning hair.They caw and...
Narrative Theology And I said to him Are there answers to all of this? And he said The answer is in a story and the story is being...
Anthem The birds they sangat the break of dayStart again,I heard them say,Don’t dwell on whathas passed awayor what is yet to be.The...
I saw the Sun at Midnight I saw the Sun at midnight, rising red,Deep-hued yet glowing, heavy with the stainOf blood-compassion, and I...
Good Friday Am I a stone, and not a sheep,That I can stand, O Christ, beneath Thy cross,To number drop by drop Thy blood’s slow...
The Coming And God held in his handA small globe. Look he said.The son looked. Far off,As through water, he sawA scorched land of...
“Hope” is the thing with feathers “Hope” is the thing with feathers -That perches in the soul -And sings the tune without the words...
Caged Bird A free bird leapson the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current endsand dips his wingin the orange sun...
Preludes IThe winter evening settles downWith smell of steaks in passageways.Six o’clock.The burnt-out ends of smoky days.And now a...
The Peace of Wild Things When despair for the world grows in meand I wake in the night at the least soundin fear of what my life and...
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