The Moor by R.S. Thomas

It was like a church to me. I entered it on soft foot, Breath held like a cap in the hand. It was quiet. What God was there made himself felt, Not listened to, in clean colours That brought a moistening of the eye, In movement of the wind over grass. There were no prayers…

Praying by Mary Oliver

It doesn’t have to be the blue iris, it could be weeds in a vacant lot, or a few small stones; just pay attention, then patch a few words together and don’t try to make them elaborate, this isn’t a contest but the doorway into thanks, and a silence in which another voice may speak.

Jesus the Christ by Ros Murphy

Jesus the Christ, unconquerable even by death! Bursting out from the depths of the tomb, A new power; let loose in the world. Now unrestrictedly. Accumulating evidence of a risen spirit body demonstrating victory. A meeting in a garden. Bread in a house. Fish on the shore. A promise of more to come. No more…

Easter Malcolm Guite

And where is Jesus, this strange Easter day? Not lost in our locked churches, anymore Than he was sealed in that dark sepulchre. The locks are loosed; the stone is rolled away, And he is up and risen, long before, Alive, at large, and making his strong way Into the world he gave his life…

‘Crucifixion’ Malcolm Guite

See, as they strip the robe from off his back And spread his arms and nail them to the cross, The dark nails pierce him and the sky turns black, And love is firmly fastened onto loss. But here a pure change happens. On this tree Loss becomes gain, death opens into birth. Here wounding…

Palm Sunday by Malcolm Guite

Now to the gate of my Jerusalem, The seething holy city of my heart, The saviour comes. But will I welcome him? Oh crowds of easy feelings make a start; They raise their hands, get caught up in the singing, And think the battle won. Too soon they’ll find The challenge, the reversal he is…

‘This Covid’ a reflection

So much suffering and even still searing these Covid years with strange patterns like wood worm in a fallen branch dying without goodbyes, kisses, words of love hanging in grieving hearts – still medical workers in exhaustion slipping grips, in many failures suffering and with courage and compassion standing beside – even still suffering in…

‘In the Garden’ by Ros Murphy

Surely it is no accident that the parable of beginnings is set in a garden… There, God and humans in harmonious collaboration could create Paradise. Just a fantasy? A story from long ago? Rather, a life-truth’. Understanding resonating with deep experiences. For, wherever we work with the raw ingredients, water, soil, sunlight and vegetation, we…