Please join me in thanking Holly Ordway for the wonderful journey through her book Apologetics and the Christian Imagination
Summer wanes. The heavy-headed roses Nodding by the river path, the scent Of sun-warmed earth and hay all mark the closing Of the year. The warmth was only lent, And does not last. One morning all is changed: The hedge is silvered with a sudden frost, The very paving-stones are furred and strange. My steps […]
Christians ought not to be threatened by fantasy and imagination. Great painting is not “photographic”: think of the Old Testament art commanded by God. There were blue pomegranates on the robes of the priest who went into the Holy of Holies. In nature there are no blue pomegranates. Christian artists do not need to be […]
GRACE On the Memorial Service to C.S Lewis Poet’s Corner, Westminster Abbey, 22 November 2013 Holly Ordway Noon-tide on Saint Cecilia’s day, and here In England’s royal church, I sit and watch The winter sunlight streaming in, gold, clear, Silent, pure, almost solid to the touch. Nor is it fairy-gold; it does not fade. For […]
GRANDMOTHER’S HOUSE Holly Ordway Three hundred years and more this house has stood Along the gravelled road to Heald Pond, Its lawns and gardens neighbored by the woods. I knew it well. But decades now have gone And I have not returned. Till now. It seems To be an empty shell, a skeleton Just like […]
ON DAILY MASS Holly Ordway Sunlight gilds the pine boughs at my window, Each needle haloed, dark against the light, As if this evanescent brightness shows The good this day may hold. The time is tight, To catch my breath before the press of all I have to do; the minutes slip away, The fading […]
A SUDDEN GOLDFINCH Holly Ordway The branch is bare and black against the fog; Cold droplets bead along the twigs, and fall. The hours are passing, ready to be gone, And now they’re past, dissolved, beyond recall, Beyond my reach. A sudden goldfinch clings And bends the twig so slightly with its weight It seems […]
Verbicide—the ‘murder’ of words.
MAPS Holly Ordway Antique maps, with curlicues of ink As borders, framing what we know, like pages From a book of travelers’ tales: look, Here in the margin, tiny ships at sail. No-nonsense maps from family trips: each state Traced out in color-coded numbered highways, A web of roads with labeled city-dots Punctuating the route […]
Gloria in Excelsis Deo
Dr. Greg Smith’s book The Testing of God’s Sons is clearly the work of both pastor and professor. Here we find a resource rich repository to be frequently revisited for insight to the gospel ministry. Beyond its academic value is the apparent spiritual maturation of an author whose experience bears out the truth of his work. The humanistic worldview so prevalent in its inward gaze for eternal answers has been expertly answered by one who hastens us to look to God, who so loves the world.
EVENSONG IN OXFORD ON ST. CECILIA’S DAY Holly Ordway “My soul doth magnify the Lord,” we sing, And offer back, in music’s common voice, The melody He made; the gift we bring Is wholly His—and so we dare rejoice With Mary’s words, entrusting her with all Our hopes and fears, to prism them to praise […]
CONVERSION Holly Ordway A twitch upon the thread, and here I stand, Pausing at this door. I wish that I Could look aside, or back away, pretend I don’t see where this threshold leads, deny The summons and the sudden urgency That blows away as so much useless chaff My nonchalant excuses for delay. I […]