Category theology

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

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

The Rule of the Rough Beast

A Rough Beast

 

The “Rough Beast” is a phrase from “The Second Coming” by YB Yeats. Written in 1919, it is a poem that becomes more topical with each passing day.

The last three lines of the poem above are a deliberate reference… Continue reading The Rule of the Rough Beast

Rome Burning

I run a charity called “Hyphen-21”. The charity holds and manages funding for a project which publishes bilingual poem-posters. Since the Spring of 2017, this project has been called “Poems for …the wall” (before that it was called “Poems for…). Since it first began in 1997, “Poems for…the wall” has been funded by the UK… Continue reading Rome Burning

I Insist my Ribs Contain Stars

I Insist my Ribs

Shavings from The Rainbow

 

What is God, after all ?

If maggots in a dead dog

be but God kissing carrion,

what then is not God ?

 

And when the war began

it seemed that the poles

of the universe were cracking

and the whole

must go… Continue reading Shavings from The Rainbow

The Angel Overhead

 

In his grief, he asked the angel hanging overhead,

his faceless confessor  :

Why, Lord, do sinners’ ways so grossly prosper ?

How can you allow the Lie so fatly to preside ?

And the angel answered :

I invited you to my feast,

my laden tables… Continue reading The Angel Overhead

The late David Jenkins, Bishop of Durham

Following the death of David Jenkins on September 4th, I want to bear witness in my own small way to his great stature as a man and true priest.

The first obituaries I read gave prominence to his Virgin Birth and Resurrection “denials.”  And of course, in his time, he was called “The Red… Continue reading The late David Jenkins, Bishop of Durham

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