The Old Stories In a podcast with Malcolm Guite ,stirred something inside of me –a world of knights and ancient kings,of forests, faith and mystery. Of Arthur and the Grail,of stories worn smooth by time,that somehow still have somethingto say to yours and mine. Not something we have lost,not something we forgot,but something lying quietlyContinue reading “Malcolm Guite”
Tag Archives: Faith
Poets Prayer
Lord, give me words, when words are fewA heart made still, a vision true.Let every line I write revealThe hidden wounds that You can heal. Let beauty rise from things unseen,Let faith bloom, where sorrows been.And when my final verse is through,May every word lead back to You.
The Long Road Home: My Journey to Orthodoxy
I have always been a seeker. Even as a child, I was fascinated by questions that many people would dismiss. Before the internet was everywhere, I remember reading newspaper articles about big cat sightings in Cheshire and North Wales. I was fascinated by stories of the unknown, by mysteries, by the question of what wasContinue reading “The Long Road Home: My Journey to Orthodoxy”
The King’s Head
The Poet’s Cry Before the Fall As the bells chime on this night,I fill the glass with wine,And by the candle’s fading light,I begin my cry in rhyme. A night of poetry and prayers,Beneath the ancient throne,For we the people are the heirs,Though the crown it has no home. The kingdom once stood proud andContinue reading “The King’s Head”
Godly Home
No Choir Sang
He met Christ in a prison cellwith tears in both eyes.The bars still stood,but the chains broke inside. No choir sang,no crowd to applaud—mercy whisperedwhere guilt once roared. He left prison changed; carrying his cross.For the free man filled with hope and love – not pain and loss.
Matter Doesn’t Matter
Matter doesn’t matter,Though kingdoms rise and fall.Gold will lose its glitter,Proud towers will fall small. Dust returns to dust,As every grave has shown.But Christ has conquered death,And calls His children home. So let my heart seek treasureNo thief or moth can claim.Matter doesn’t matter,Only the love of Christ remains.
A Spirit Built to Last
You broke my heart but not my spirit,You left me bleeding in the rain.You promised to protect me,Then caused the pain.I searched for love in empty places,For arms to hold me tight.But when I needed someone beside me,I stared out shadows through the night.Yet God was there in every tear drop,Every battle no one knew.WhenContinue reading “A Spirit Built to Last”
My Next Steps
I try to think of my next steps,but different versions of me roar in my head. I cannot force them into silence.I try to ignore the noiseand focus on who I am becoming, but even in stillness there is shouting—a crowd inside my mind. Yet beneath it all, I am not rushed.Something deeper holds meContinue reading “My Next Steps”
Withered
like a star I wrestle with the night. but… like a withered tree, I stretch out for the light.
Smith Shine Poetry 