Tuesday, September 10, 2019

Know Your Limits


Know your limits, know your place
Know the whole world floods with grace;
Know that you have been set free
To walk in love’s entirety.

Know that you are weak and small,
Know the mighty Lord of all
Lifts you up to heights unguessed
His holiness to manifest.

Know your voice is small and weak,
Know that he commands you speak
Gloried angels bend to hear
Mercy lift you out of fear.

Know your limits, child of man
Called forth by the great I Am,
Meek with wonder, take your place
In the annals of his grace.


Tuesday, September 03, 2019

Carss Park, September


Early Spring:
On sun-blessed waters
Knife-sharp gulls
Float in the moment’s tranquillity;
We sit
In lengthening shadows
Watching an infinite sky
Whisper hallelujah.

I will arise and go
To my Father’s many-mansioned house,
Under his roof-beams,
My corner’s rest
The lapping waters
And the glory of the light.

Monday, September 02, 2019

On Government Policies


Cold and metallic, bitter on the tongue
Blind cruelty stalks the land.
Genial, smiling, blokey
And heartless as a bank vault:
Dollar-signs, false fears, and the tramping of the boots –
Jackboots marching, trampling tender shoots
Ripping kindness by the roots.

It is not cheap sentiment
To stand against the zeitgeist
To refrain from sloganeering
Ersatz comfort easy-bought.
Compassion costs the heart
Pierced through and nailed apart
With ancient nails.

Let us renounce all cruelty
Let us not dehumanise
In the kingdom of my Father
There is no us-and-them,
In the kingdom of my Father
We clutch Christ by the hem.
Let the little children come

Thursday, August 22, 2019

My Strength is Renewed


My bones are weary with great weariness
Of living, yet my heart sings like a bird
(The one who had escaped the fowler’s net),
I find renewal in your every word.

You draw me, draw me, from the depths of dark
Into that light which pierces like a sword
Unmake, remake me, shatter and re-form;
You are my life, therefore I call you Lord.

You were undone to do me up again,
Broken for me to reconstruct my soul
Out of the stuff of your transforming grace
And in this great defeat I am made whole.

Therefore I love and laugh and lift and live
In you who are my treasure and my king
And though death stalks my every mortal breath
Your life in me will give me everything.

Friday, August 16, 2019

The hermitage


I carry my own hermitage within:
A place apart, the world can wait outside
And nothing know, nor ever penetrate
The recess of the self where I abide.

My cell is furnished with such pretty things:
The stars of night, the sunlight on the sea,
And every lovely flower’s tenderness,
And music of heart-stopping poetry.

Here my beloveds, in the arms of prayer,
Rest tranquil, and my terrors are laid by
With tears of thankfulness. I can let go
Of all the busyness which I decry.

Here trembling hope has learned to reach in trust
And smile again; here peace with folded wings
Waits to embrace, to still my tottering doubts,
And whisper melodies till my heart sings.

And here is rest until my rest shall come;
Here, at the heart of all, my altar stands,
For underneath all things is utter love,
And I am held forever in his hands.

Monday, July 15, 2019

I am the Soil


I am the soil you planted
I am the soil you sang
You are the seed that carries life
Into the heart of man.

I am the weedy desert
I am the shallow soil
And the world’s birds find lodgement here
Come to frustrate your toil.

You who are seed and sower
The only life I know
Dig me down deep and bring your plough;
Water and weed and sow.

That there might be a harvest
Out of the heart of me
Hold back your scythe a longer while
Till I am whole and free.

Monday, July 08, 2019

Drought


This is the dry, dry season, sere and spare
The cracked, bare earth becomes, itself, a prayer.

The heart feels dried down to a baking bone
Where every drop of water dies alone.

The breath of heat has shrivelled up the shade
And trees forget the reason they were made.

Nothing is ample, nothing rich or lush,
The dried grass shrinks, the silence seems to crush.

The soul is gasping, struggling for its breath,
The movement and the effort feel like death.

Rain were a mercy almost beyond prayer
But oh, when mercy falls, all life is there.

And should a little wind stir forth a cloud,
That were enough to be all unfaith’s shroud.