Saturday

It is finished The work that God has done Not for ever but Enough for now, enough to pause, To contemplate, to observe, To find satisfaction Now A rest day, a holy day No new faces, no new call Time to bed in, to be reconciled, Accustomed, acclimatised To each other, to the changes Of…Read more Saturday

Golgotha

Behold the man Made in our image After our likeness Stretching our sceptre over All that we have made Blessed, fruitful, Filling the earth Benign and humane  Behold the man Who would be King: A parody, fit not for allegiance Or fear: his twisted crown and Mock-imperial purple (Even the likeness of Caesar And his…Read more Golgotha

Bethany

Our beloved - finite, Mortal, caged In this illness, life, That "does not lead to death," When we all know it does. The Teacher leads to death, too. Oblivious, he marches us Back into the den of fear, Of flying stones Of ordinary executioners. Why not follow? At least we can only Die once. Our…Read more Bethany

Siloam

Darkness, over the face of the beggar. A night without end. Cloaking. Nameless. Faceless. Debilitating. His sight missing, and missed. Time is short: a true night is coming, A night after day, when no-one, Even the sighted, can work. But now, right now, comes dawn. The first morning breaks, the shadows flee The light of…Read more Siloam

The Feast

To the other side of the sea They follow, hungry, demanding: What will you do for us? An imperial grain-dole from a new Moses Whom they can push forward As their King Yet no Caesar is short Two hundred denarii, or asks Where are we to buy bread? Prophets of a greater Lord call thus:…Read more The Feast