Suddenly we have arrived in month of December. In the Christian church we are in the season of Advent – the period of waiting and preparing to herald the Good News of Christ’s birth. This season presents us with such a wonderful choice when it comes to poems. Like me, you no doubt have yourContinue reading “Kyrie eleison”
Tag Archives: R.S. Thomas
When the folks have gone.
The poet and priest, the late R.S. Thomas is a favorite of mine. His strong faith and his honest doubt, shape many of his poems. What does happen when the folks have gone, and dust settles on the empty church with only the priest remaining to clear up, to pause and perhaps even to pray?Continue reading “When the folks have gone.”
Ebb and Flow
During the summer months many folks head to the beach and delight to get their feet wet! Some of us love visiting the coast in the winter months when wind and wave combine to battle the coastline. I find that the noise of the ebb and flow of wave can be inspiring and stimulating, bothContinue reading “Ebb and Flow”
Hill Christmas
The weather here in St. louis MO. doesn’t feel like Christmas. A few days ago we had 70 degrees in the early afternoon! Climate change for sure! Yet in the coming days Christmas cards will arrive with plenty of snow on the front covers! This morning, I pulled from my bookshelf a few of R.S.Continue reading “Hill Christmas”
Near and Far
Today I am returning to one of my favorite poets, R.S. Thomas. (1913-2000) A man of devout faith and honest doubt. Throughout his life he experienced the proximity and the elusiveness of God. Most of his life was lived in Wales and over the years as he served as a priest in the Anglican ChurchContinue reading “Near and Far”
“The meaning is in the waiting.”
Whilst taking a vacation in Cornwall a few years ago I visited The Church of St. Enodoc. Primarily it was known to me as the burial place of the poet Sir John Betjeman. However the history of the church is intriguing. A church in the middle of a golf course, it just doesn’t get anyContinue reading ““The meaning is in the waiting.””