Saturday, August 29, 2009

Too much to ask

by Luci Shaw

it seemed too much to ask
of one small virgin
that she should stake shame
against the will of God.
all she had to hold to
were those soft, inward
and the remembered sting
of a brief junction--spirit
with flesh.
who would think it
more than a dream wish?
an implausible, laughable

and it seems much
too much to ask me
to be part of the
different thing--
God's shocking, unorthodox,
unheard of Thing
to further heaven's hopes
and summon God's glory.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Thou dost not fall

by Alistair Maclean

As the rain hides the stars,
as the autumn mist hides the hills,
happenings of my lot
hide the shining of Thy face from me.
Yet, if I may hold Thy hand
in the darkness,
it is enough;
since I know that,
though I may stumble in my going,
Thou dost not fall.

Saturday, August 15, 2009


A poem, after all, renders an experience that is more than mere opinion, idea, or doctrine.  And it is as experience that a poem stands or falls, inviting the reader not to debate or argue but to respond with both heart and mind.

Kathleen Norris, The Virgin of Bennington, p. 248

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Alone with none but Thee

 by St. Columba

Alone with none but Thee, my God,
I journeyed on my way:
What need I fear, when Thou art near
O King of night and day?
More safe am I within Thy hand 
than if a host did round me stand.

The child of God can fear no ill,
His chosen dread no foe:
we leave our fate to Thee, and wait
Thy bidding when to go.
'Tis not from chance our comfort springs,
Thou art our trust, O King of kings.