“A serious house on serious earth it is,”

The English poet, Philip Larkin, spent time in the early 1950’s at Queens University Belfast. A favorite week-end pastime was cycling through the countryside. Coming across what appeared an unused church he takes a moment to venture in. Like him we have done it often, pushed the door to see if it opened, and thenContinue reading ““A serious house on serious earth it is,””

“Things fall apart.”

I may be on the edge of copyright law, but I could not resist this recent cartoon in The New Yorker Magazine! These lines (save but the last three words above) I have used many times, over my 40 years of ministry. They come from W.B Yeats’ poem written in 1919 in the aftermath ofContinue reading ““Things fall apart.””

Like Rain it sounded till it curved

Like Rain it sounded till it curved Like Rain it sounded till it curvedAnd then I knew ’twas Wind—It walked as wet as any WaveBut swept as dry as sand—When it had pushed itself awayTo some remotest PlainA coming as of Hosts was heardIt filled the Wells, it pleased the PoolsIt warbled in the Road—ItContinue reading “Like Rain it sounded till it curved”