The wee Church in Overleigh Cemetery.

Standing high where the silent sleep,Among the graves the English earth keeps.Sword-cross of stone, a cenotaph stands,Guarding brave souls, the names of this land.Incense drifts on the solemn air,Byzantine chants weave the branches bare.Saint Barbra prays above the grounds,Where life has departed. yet Christ is found.Time meets eternity, the living pass.Faith growing strong in theContinue reading “The wee Church in Overleigh Cemetery.”

In a Dark Room

In a dark room breaths breach the silence.The unseen gathers, the gnashing of violence.Orisons, just cries in the wilderness?Fear to gag the wounded soul. Villainous!I reach for a match and the incense burns.I invoke the Jesus prayer. Bravery churns.Incense rising, delivering my prayers to heaven.Peace returns, no best of seven.

The Suffering of the Saints

Midnight chanting – Tears drying in the dark.East face fasting – Seeing no morning – No man apart.Chains now prayer ropes – Not one ask why.Lord have mercy – No light in the sky.Not suffering more – Just suffering towards.With Psalms – Not swords.Aim is clear – Not peaceful.Screaming rage through tears pull.Still suffering towardsContinue reading “The Suffering of the Saints”

Still Water

It caught my eye in the Autumn.In the wonder of Winter, I stop!Still the truth I chase.In battle, happiness will not suffice.What can I offer? My words? A blood sacrifice? Now in the weeks of the great and holy.I see a raven perched on a mountain of skulls.There, a closed golden door, and I feelContinue reading “Still Water”