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Zoe P is looking for a poem by Stewart Henderson probably written about 1997-8 entitled ‘What is a priest?’ Does anyone know where it can be found?
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The Art of Disappearing
The Art of
Disappearing
When they say Don’t I know you? say no.
When they invite you to the party
remember what parties are like
before answering.
Someone telling you in a loud voice
they once wrote a poem.
Greasy sausage balls on a paper plate.
Then reply.
If they say we should get together.
say why? It’s not that you don’t love them any more.
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Pentecost untamed
Lovely poem for pentecost: [ hold :: this space ] come to think of it….
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questions and answers
There have been times
when, after long on my knees
in a cold chancel, a stone has rolled
from my mind, and I have looked
in and seen the old questions lie
folded and in place
by themselves, like the piled
graveclothes of love’s risen body.
from R S Thomas – The Answer
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left unsaid
I’ve been writing a lot lately. Some days it seems to flow along, and others I struggle. But even when it’s going OK, I end up feeling that if I even manage to articulate 10% of what I set out to do, that’s about the best I ever manage. Writing – good writing – is More...
maybe they will turn on me…
… Gently I am pushed nearerbut some of the fish are scarythey have big teeth. they look like sharks.and they fight one anotherand I think maybe they will turn on me if I step into the waterand I retreat…
from a poem from Tony B… this is how we (the church) sometimes appear to people.
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Tennyson, In Memoriam
We’re having a poetry reading of Tennyson’s In Memoriam here in the Chapel next month. I have taught in the Faculty on this poem, along with Coleridge’s Ancient Mariner and Manley Hopkins Wreck of the Deutschland – three poems that all deal with themes of theodicy, guilt, death and reward, and doubt and certainty. The More...
Magnificat
The angel did not draw attention to himself.He came in. So quietly I could hear
my blood beating on the shore of absolutebeauty. There was fear, yes, but also
faith among familiar things:light, just letting go the wooden chair,
my knife cutting through the hard skinof vegetable, hitting wood, and the noise
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The Peace of Wild Things
When despair grows in meand I wake in the middle of the night at the least soundin fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,I go and lie down where the wood drakerests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.I come into the peace of wild thingswho do More...
love life
Love Life is a new book of poetry by Micheal O’Siadhail
I collaborated with him in 1997 on a project on Christianity and Culture (I did the music, he did the words) His poetry is really lovely, lively, fresh…He was also a very welcome addition to the Greenbelt line-up this year.
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