Saviour is He

The Angel spoke thus:

 

My Father gave

In charge to me

This child of earth

From its birth, even

To serve and save,

Alleluia,

And Saviour is He.

 

This Child of clay

To me was given,

To rear and train

By sorrow and pain

In the narrow way,

Alleluia,

From earth to heaven.

 

I Journey on My Way

A poem meditating on the Pilgrim’s Progress:

 

Alone with God, none but thee

I journey on my way

Safely in thy hand, more safe

Than if a herd of bulls around me stand.

 

Thou are so near, what need I fear?

Night or day, the Father is here

Heavenly Kingdom is my salvation.

 

Wherever I speak, life is there

Whatever I say, he is sense

My lips bloom like cherries

Wisdom carries me on merrily.

 

Filling my lungs for everyone

Despair flees from those in need

Whose hearts in love rejoice, the living Christ.

 

Traversing mountains and valleys,

Long and wild, steep and wet

Mary, fair Virgin, light and upright

Hold me on this Pilgrim journey.

 

Reflections on Christ

Three poems to celebrate his living and loving grace:

 

OUR DAILY BREAD

We are all part of His one Body;

Christ, and the Father Godhead. This is the

Bread of Life; the energy of all things.

Created once, broken, and shared for

all Eternity. It is the force that

sustains us; the gift of life; God’s gift to us. 

 

OUR SWEET LOVE

He is the sweetest touch of my life;

He is the most graceful presence

I have ever felt or knelt beside,

I have ever judged or loved,

That I can ever hope to experience;

He is the love of my life.

 

OUR SPIRIT

The Spirit blows up on high

Beyond those church wardens

Heart so vast and open as the sky

Where in steady breathe it returns

Whence came grace and our cries

Homebound, into the land of Zion

At the foot, there was the Cross

Of Christ crucified.