Tag: death

I Have Found My Way

I have found my way 

and it is a different way to the world’s way  

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A way that leads to life through death 

a way of grace and reconciliation 

humility, obedience and self-renunciation  

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I have found my way 

I have found a new identity  

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Now I can begin again 

to live and work 

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to write and sing 

I can begin again  

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And I can now be understood 

by love of one known greater than myself 

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Who gave his life for love of me 

his life and love now newly understood  

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Renouncing all his pleasures 

all the comforts of his soul 

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Relinquished all in the death of hell 

he felt upon the cross  

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In the dark a single cry 

‘Why – O my God – why?’  

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Forsaken,  not gone astray like us  

punished for all our wanderings  

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The Jews had forty years – I had twenty 

in the desert before he gave me plenty 

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Of grace, of love, of fellowship 

with others, sisters, brothers newly found 

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Discovered and recovered from the grave  

a flock and then a kingdom saved 

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To serve their lord and shepherd

Faithfully  

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And now we come to live together 

to meet the world and serve forever 

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The king

Of all the heavens  

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Having fellowship with the light 

fighting still the endless fight  

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The darkness that surrounds us 

that will not quickly leave us  

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Shining like stars despite our sin 

struggling still to let him in  

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I have found my way 

and it is a different way from the world’s way  

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I have found my God

My feast 

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And now I bear the yoke 

that brings at last my peace. 

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To Eternity

Death brings

Not death’s victory

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But a new mystery

Of being

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A sleeping soul

Before a resurrection

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And a journey

To eternity.

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“A journey to eternity”

The Descent

Descend lower

to the world darker

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Than the shadow

of the valley of humiliation

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To a placelessness

of no name

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Where the soul seems about to dissolve

into meaninglessness

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Here the world

and what I valued

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Had little relevance

and significance reversed

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In the emptiness

there is silence

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And in the silence, voices can be heard

calling, insistently, critically, temptingly

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And all I could do

Was pray

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And there in the darkness

Was Death

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And there in the darkness

Was God

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And what was required

Was a kind of resurrection

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To emerge

In a new kind of life.

from ‘The Calling’

resurrection TC

Always There

He is always there

            arms reaching out

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From the end of time

            to its beginning

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Eternally

            offering welcome

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To all who waken

            from the sleep of death

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And run towards

            his illimitable love.

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from ‘Returning to the Father’, a sequence inspired by Henri Nouwen’s book about Rembrandt’s painting of Jesus’ parable of The Prodigal Son

Eyes, Old Eyes

This was one of the first poems I ever wrote that I still think is worth preserving. It was written whilst I was still a teenager, as will be apparent, and is the first poem in my collection “First Words”.

Eyes, old eyes

those gazing, fading places

whose curving surface is disturbed

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Reflections, places

fading faces

pass in waves…

[continues after image]

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I do not want skin

wrinkled thin

shrivelled on me

while I am still empty

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Fill me with memories!

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The old will pass and fall so full

closed up with theirs

disappear in death

and die their time

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But they too looked up

at old eyes gazing

threads back into history

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Do I leap my life from day to day

and trail that thread

like life spinning ribbon red

from me?

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Or snagged and shackled

trailing chains of ancestry?

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Even now I hear you

the toddling, tottering thunder

who will burst from me

who will one day recede.

toddling tottering

Commemorating Christina Rossetti 2 – Remember Me

This beautiful poem by Christina Rossetti is on the theme of remembrance.  

Remember me when I am gone away,
         Gone far away into the silent land;
         When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
         You tell me of our future that you plann’d:
         Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
         And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
         For if the darkness and corruption leave
         A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
         Than that you should remember and be sad.
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remember me