THE CONVERT G.K. Chesterton After one moment when I bowed my head And the whole world turned over and came upright And I came out where the old road shone white, I walked the ways, and heard what all men said… They rattle reason out through many a sieve That stores the sand and lets […]
THE MOOR R.S. Thomas It was like a church to me. I entered it on soft foot, Breath held like a cap in the hand. It was quiet. What God there was made himself felt, Not listened to, in clean colours That brought a moistening of the eye, In a movement of the wind over […]
God can be loved, but not thought.