Entries categorized as poetry
The Peace of Wild Things
When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do More...
iPad iPitaph
it’s a bit soon for an epitaph… but Malcolm Guite wittily celebrates the iPad with an iPitaph, noting that as Steve Jobs “…brings the Tablets down from the mountain…” the whole affair is surrounded with religious language.
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Let Us Make
As horsemen fashion horses while they ride,
As climbers climb a peak because it is there,
As life can be confirmed even in suicide:
To make is such. Let us make. And set the weather fair.
From Autumn Sequel by Louis MacNeice
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Christmas Poems
It’s too early for most people to be thinking about Christmas, but forward thinking Clergy will be sketching in their Advent and Christmas services already. (Mine is half done)
In the course of writing my current book (to be published next year) I bought this marvellous book of Christmas poems by U A Fanthorpe. It really More...
High Flight
I spent large chunks of this weekend at the nearby (and totally brilliant) Duxford air museum. I’ve been there quite a lot of times in the last couple of years, following my son’s interest in planes, and for his benefit, have paid attention, and tried to remember the difference between one kind of plane and More...
poems, prayers…
“I don’t know what prayer is, but I do know how to pay attention.”
(Mary Oliver, poet)
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rest your weeping head on feathers
After worst of weeks she put an endto all her rum•pa•pum•pumming.
The tell-tale catatonic stare betrayed an ocean swelling inside of her.
Time to rest the heart and stop the mind. The wise and old familiar chairstuffed with words to comfort her.
Poor dear… she’s an artist, you see, and was never made for soldiering. More...
epiphany
Deep midwinter, the dark centre of the year, Wake, O earth, awake, Out on the hills a star appears, Here lies the way for pilgrim kings, Three magi on an ancient path, Black hours begin their journeyings.
Their star has risen in our hearts, Empty thrones, abandoned fears, Out on the hills their journey starts, More...
You do not have to be good…
You do not have to be good.You do not have to walk on your kneesfor a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.You only have to let the soft animal of your bodylove what it loves.Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.Meanwhile the world goes on.Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles More...
Poems for Christmas: BC:AD
This was the moment when BeforeTurned into After, and the future’sUninvented timekeepers presented arms.
This was the moment when nothingHappened. Only dull peaceSprawled boringly over the earth.
This was the moment when even energetic RomansCould find nothing better to doThan counting heads in remote provinces.
And this was the momentWhen a few farm workers and threeMembers of an More...


