Tag Archives: Faith

Vigil

in the partial light of candles we imagine a garden branches delicate with thin spring leaves invite us in but the candles are too tall too stand up straight to be those men slumped that night they were not flames … Continue reading

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Toddler Group – Incarnation

she is storytelling the glory of God in gold annunciation   threads spinning from the messenger shining round and through the frightened girl   which settles to a nub of joy beneath her beating heart   she tells of journey … Continue reading

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That Moment

there are stars in him and suns everything that shines from metal in the mountainside to the yellow scales of small bright fish shines in him now all this overflowing light every raindrop in this cloud is rainbow, mirror, lantern, … Continue reading

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Conversation by the lych gate

Peter touches on the spirit of the place the light the space …………………….the cube of air held in these pale stones …………………..grey and lavender it’s good here ……………………………I’ve lived in places that looked fine but felt nasty ……………………………one place in … Continue reading

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Easter Saturday

the altars are stripped          brass crosses dark in shrouds of purple net     there is no damask now no silk falls to soak up sound        we hear our heavy feet in vivid stone …………………..cold on Saturday morning the movement … Continue reading

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Friday afternoon

  the hill is silent         cattle stand like statues in the grass no birds          the light is flat           the sun as hard as brass everything has stopped      roots suck no water from the earth and nothing grows in … Continue reading

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Door

the paint peels cracks into white flakes the lines between are dark the wood black recessed corners blurred with spider nests decay has a life of its own an underlife of dark matter even when the paint was new this … Continue reading

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