To know Christ is to stand before the Truth, bare beneath a heaven that sees through every lie. And what a beautiful terror it be. Beautiful — His light is mercy, His voice is peace, His wounds are open doors into eternity. Frightening — His light leaves nowhere for darkness to hide. He enters theContinue reading “The Beautiful & Frightening Truth”
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Our Home
I know the world — I’ve walked its streets, I’ve heard the lies, I’ve tasted grief, I’ve watched them sell their souls for gold. Then swear they’re young when they know they old. I’ve seen the jealous turn to stone,The hungry make another’s known. The mouths that run, the tongues that tear. The ones whoContinue reading “Our Home”
, Give a Fuck
They said I’m wrong and heartless. But it was them, not me, that produced it.Pointing their left middle finger, Im glad I did not fit. I cared for years and years, too much years of heartache, fear and pain,of worrying about everything,then worrying once again. It takes years of giving a fuckabout things you cannotContinue reading “, Give a Fuck”
My Reggie Boy
French girls are fun, my son,Spanish girls, not so.But if you make one yours,she can take you far,farther than you know. And son, I’d tell you,go see the world.Don’t let it pass you by.I’ve walked through many places,gazed beneath many foreign sky. So travel, my son.Get lost sometimes.Hear the tongues of strangers.Eat their food, tasteContinue reading “My Reggie Boy”
Another Kingdom
There are certain things in this worldyou must simply ignore and let go. Perhaps this is whyI am not palatable to this world. I do not want what it wants.I cannot become what it asks me to be. I am of another. Not another place,but another Kingdom.
Malcolm Guite
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”
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”
