Category theology

A Sentence Called Humanity

A Brace of Dreadful Centuries

Wrestling with the Dark Angel – a series of poems

This drawing by Gustave Doré is one of several depictions by well-known artists of an incident recorded in the Book of Genesis, in which Jacob wrestled with an angel for a night. Towards the morning, the angel touched Jacob on the thigh, which left him “halt”… Continue reading Wrestling with the Dark Angel - a series of poems

Dame Julian of Norwich

Dame Julian of Norwich was an anchoress. She lived in the fourteenth century and wrote “Revelations of Divine Love.”

She “good counsel did give” to her visitors, one of whom was Margery Kempe who wrote an autobiography, a rare and perhaps unique thing to do… Continue reading Dame Julian of Norwich

To Lie

One Reasonable Way

 

One reasonable way

to weigh God’s Creation

is to stand at night

in open space

and look upwards.

 

Infinite dark

vastness beyond measure

made

effectively

of nothing.

 

Scattered like dust

through this archway of nothing

you see… Continue reading One Reasonable Way

Dust

The poem I’m publishing here foresees the end of the world. The false god Me n’ Mine has too many worshippers to be withstood. Besides Greed, the angel which serves Me n’ Mine most faithfully is the Lie and it is the Lie by which the false god rules and will destroy us all… Continue reading Dust

Poet on the Cliff

Let’s look again at St Aldhelm’s chapel, a small square Norman building on a  cliff-edge. It stands at the very tip of a promontory on the Dorset coast called –    a bit confusingly – St Alban’s Head.

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The chapel is… Continue reading Poet on the Cliff

Poetry reading from a cliff edge

High Noon this Easter

Let’s recall the film “High Noon,” that great Western. The outlaw and his hoodlum cronies are riding into town. They want revenge on the sheriff, the keeper of the law. The sheriff scours the town looking for support, a posse of townspeople who will help him defend their community from the outlaws. The townspeople know… Continue reading High Noon this Easter

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