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Breaking Bread, Mending Bones (Wednesday in Easter Week)
We had seen him do the same as this – men on mats, lame from their birth, men born blind, women who bled, rubbing mud into their eyes, ordering their legs,...
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Stone Hearts (Friday in Easter Week)
It seems to cut against all logic, What we claim that we have seen: Dead men do not rise, the lame Do not stand up and walk. And though we shout and scream a name It has no power from the tomb; And yet...
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Rise (Saturday in Easter Week)
And He did; though it breaks our minds, He did. The tomb is empty, Peter’s face white like linen; Mary smiles and hearts are soon on fire; there’s...
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Clouds and Crowns No.4
And nothing pure dies when safe in truth, For truth and life flow from the same deep spring, Restoring, making new each broken thing, Our death and dying fading into youth. And if our doubting hearts...
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Clouds and Crowns No.5
The overture of forests, dead, remade, Whispers pianissimo through leaves. Although the burnt-out wilderness still grieves And ashen dust hangs densely in the shade, The smallest stems of green, a...
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Psalm 130: Butterfly Cinquain
Waiting Like the watchmen Expectant for the dawn As yet invisible but soon Rising On wings Of resurrection glory now Lifting out of the depths The waiting ones With joyFiled under: Devotional, Poetry
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I Saw Him Standing
To spend a moment longer with Ann Griffiths’ poetry, I’ve set my favourite of her poems to music. Apologies for the bad quality of the recording and my singing. I hope that the music can help express...
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The Road (After Christina Rossetti’s “Uphill”)
One of my favourite poems by Christina Rossetti is the lovely and comfortingly simple “Uphill”. The poem is written as a dialogue between two people and has always expressed to me both the hardship of...
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Expectancy (After Christina Rossetti’s “The Thread of Life”)
Another one of my favourite Christina Rossetti poems is one of her least known – a cycle of three sonnets entitled, “The Thread of Life”. You can read the original here. In response to her poem, I have...
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Alive (After Christina Rossetti’s “Sleeping At Last”)
One of the last poems that Christina Rossetti wrote (possibly her last; her brother, William Michael, is unclear about this) was the touchingly simple “Sleeping At Last”. Taking the subject of death,...
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Les Feuilles Mortes
Yes, the leaves die as they go golden, yet this does not speak to me of death, as hand-in-hand we walk below bowers …
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Easter Sunday
Rock-hard hearts: stone rolled away; see God shake us in His way. Unseeing eyes: look and know; cast off doubt at heaven’s show. Fearful feet: stop and see the empty…
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Easter Monday
The priests conspire. Money changes hands. Even still, the truth must be buried in dark. And yet it bursts forth. Indomitable, it rises: a spring-bloom which cannot be…
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Easter Thursday
And He reigns! He reigns in light and in quiet, in death and in life, in depth and in height. He reigns in plenty, He reigns in drought. He…
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Remember our dust…
Well, as Easter week draws to a close so does my series of Lenten and Easter reflections. But Easter season continues for some weeks now, and my prayer is that…
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Imago: For David Malouf
Who knows by what mysterious means the body moves to its ends? (David Malouf, An Imaginary Life) Half right, Ovid: we metamorphose, yet Not so wildly. There are leaps which…
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Expectation (The Cornucopia of Heaven)
Expectation After J.S. Bach, “Mass in B Minor: Et Expecto Resurrectionem” We begin small: a kernel dropping to soil a weak and fickle seed a…
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Break O’Day
Written Easter Sunday in Pyengana, Tasmania Dedicated to the people of Break O’Day Parish, St Helens Drink from the brook. The day sparkles the hills in their joy. Look to…
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What does Christ’s resurrection mean for us? Christ triumphed over sin and death by being physically resurrected, so that all who trust in him are raised to new life in this world…
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And immediately his mouth was opened and his tongue loosed, and he spoke, blessing God. (Luke 1:64) No good unless used for you: only death, only a swallowing tomb. No…
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