Passion Sunday: The Incarnate One by Edwin Muir

The windless northern surge, the sea-gull’s scream, And Calvin’s kirk crowning the barren brae. I think of Giotto the Tuscan shepherd’s dream, Christ, man and creature in their inner day. How could our race betray The Image, and the Incarnate One unmake Who chose this form and fashion for our sake? The Word made flesh […]

Strong Son of God, Immortal Love by Alfred Tennyson

  Strong Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove; … Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be: They are but broken lights of thee, And thou, O Lord, art more than […]

Saint Patrick by Malcolm Guite

Six years a slave, and then you slipped the yoke, Till Christ recalled you, through your captors’ cries! Patrick, you had the courage to turn back, With open love to your old enemies, Serving them now in Christ, not in their chains, Bringing the freedom He gave you to share. You heard the voice of […]

Faith In Honest Doubt by Alfred Tennyson

  You tell me, doubt is Devil-born. I know not: one indeed I knew In many a subtle question versed, Who touch’d a jarring lyre at first, But ever strove to make it true: Perplext in faith, but pure in deeds, At last he beat his music out. There lives more faith in honest doubt, […]

The Light Which Makes The Light Which Makes The Day by John Davies

That Power which gave me eyes the World to view, To see my self infused an inward light, Whereby my soul, as by a mirror true, Of her own form may take a perfect sight, But as the sharpest eye discerneth nought, Except the sun-beams in the air doe shine: So the best soul with […]

Why Did My Parents Send Me To The Schools? by John Davies

Why did my parents send me to the Schools, That I with knowledge might enrich my mind? Since the desire to know first made men fools, And did corrupt the root of all mankind: Even so by tasting of that fruit forbid, Where they sought knowledge, they did error find; Ill they desir’d to know, […]

Mothering Sunday by Malcolm Guite

At last, in spite of all, a recognition, For those who loved and laboured for so long, Who brought us, through that labour, to fruition To flourish in the place where we belong. A thanks to those who stayed and did the raising, Who buckled down and did the work of two, Whom governments have […]

De Magistro by Malcolm Guite

I thank my God I have emerged at last, Blinking from Hell, to see these quiet stars, Bewildered by the shadows that I cast. You set me on this stair, in those rich hours Pacing your study, chanting poetry. The Word in you revealed his quickening powers, Removed the daily veil, and let me see, […]

Through The Gate by Malcolm Guite

Begin the song exactly where you are, For where you are contains where you have been And holds the vision of your final sphere. And do not fear the memory of sin; There is a light that heals, and, where it falls, Transfigures and redeems the darkest stain Into translucent colour. Loose the veils And […]

Meeting Virgil: ‘There Is Another Road’ by Dante

As I went, ruined, rushing to that low, there had, before my eyes, been offered one who seemed -long silent- to be faint and dry. Seeing him near in that great wilderness, to him I screamed my ‘miserere’: ‘Save me, whatever – shadow or truly man – you be.’ His answer came to me: ‘No […]

Batter My Heart by John Donne

Batter my heart, three-person’d God, for you As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise and stand, o’erthrow me, and bend Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new. I, like an usurp’d town to another due, Labor to admit you, but oh, to no end; Reason, […]

The Pains Of Sleep by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use to pray With moving lips or bended knees; But silently, by slow degrees, My spirit I to Love compose, In humble trust mine eye-lids close, With reverential resignation No wish conceived, no thought exprest, Only a sense of supplication; A sense […]

How I Talk To God by Kelly Belmonte

Coffee in one hand leaning in to share, listen: How I talk to God. “Momma, you’re special.” Three-year-old touches my cheek. How God talks to me. While driving I make lists: done, do, hope, love, hate, try. How I talk to God. Above the highway hawk: high, alone, free, focused. How God talks to me. […]

Prayer/Walk by Malcolm Guite

A hidden path that starts at a dead end, Old ways, renewed by walking with a friend, And crossing places taken hand in hand, The passages where nothing need be said, With bruised and scented sweetness underfoot And unexpected birdsong overhead, The sleeping life beneath a dark-mouthed burrow, The rooted secrets rustling in a hedgerow, […]

Prayer by George Herbert

Prayer the Churches banquet, Angels age, Gods breath in man returning to his birth, The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage, The Christian plummet sounding heav’n and earth; Engine against th’ Almightie, sinner’s towre, Reversed thunder, Christ-side-piercing spear, The six daies world-transposing in an houre, A kinde of tune, which all things heare and fear […]

First Steps, Brancaster by Malcolm Guite

This is the day to leave the dark behind you Take the adventure, step beyond the hearth, Shake off at last the shackles that confined you, And find the courage for the forward path. You yearned for freedom through the long night watches, The day has come and you are free to choose, Now is […]

The Song of Wandering Aengus by W.B. Yeats

I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout. […]

Maps by 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 and its slow […]

The Passionate Man’s Pilgrimage by Walter Raleigh

Give me my scallop shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope’s true gage, And thus I’ll take my pilgrimage. Blood must be my body’s balmer, No other balm will there be given, Whilst my soul, like a […]

The Pilgrimage by George Herbert

I travell’d on, seeing the hill, where lay My expectation. A long it was and weary way. The gloomy cave of Desperation I left on th’ one, and on the other side The rock of Pride. And so I came to fancy’s meadow strow’d With many a flower: Fain would I here have made abode, […]

All The Kingdoms Of The World by Malcolm Guite

So here’s the deal and this is what you get: The penthouse suite with world-commanding views, The banker’s bonus and the private jet, Control and ownership of all the news, An ‘in’ to that exclusive one per cent, Who know the score, who really run the show, With interest on every penny lent And sweeteners […]

Ash Wednesday by Malcolm Guite

Receive this cross of ash upon your brow Brought from the burning of Palm Sunday’s cross; The forests of the world are burning now And you make late repentance for the loss. But all the trees of God would clap their  hands, The very stones themselves would shout and sing, If you could covenant to love these […]

Station Island XI by Seamus Heaney/ St John of the Cross

As if the prisms of the kaleidoscope I plunged once in a butt of muddied water Surfaced like a marvellous lightship And out of its silted crystals a monk’s face That had spoken years ago from behind a grille Spoke again about the need and chance To salvage everything, to re-envisage The zenith and glimpsed […]


FEBRUARY 1, 1798, SOMERSET FROM HER DIARY Dorothy Wordsworth The wind blew so keen in our faces that we felt ourselves inclined to seek the covert of the wood. There we had a warm shelter, gathered a burthen of rotten boughs blown down by the wind of the preceding night. The sun shone clear, but […]

Art & The Bible by Francis Schaeffer

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 […]

My Heart In The Highlands

THE COTTER’S SATURDAY NIGHT ROBERT BURNS Then homeward all take off their several way; The youngling cottagers retire to rest; The parent-pair their secret homage pay, and proffer up to Heaven the warm request That he who stills the raven’s clam’rous nest And decks the lily fair in flowery pride, Would, in the way his […]