Tag: death

I Have Found My Way

I have found my way 

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


A way that leads to life through death 

a way of grace and reconciliation 

humility, obedience and self-renunciation  


I have found my way 

I have found a new identity  


Now I can begin again 

to live and work 


to write and sing 

I can begin again  


And I can now be understood 

by love of one known greater than myself 


Who gave his life for love of me 

his life and love now newly understood  


Renouncing all his pleasures 

all the comforts of his soul 


Relinquished all in the death of hell 

he felt upon the cross  


In the dark a single cry 

‘Why – O my God – why?’  


Forsaken,  not gone astray like us  

punished for all our wanderings  


The Jews had forty years – I had twenty 

in the desert before he gave me plenty 


Of grace, of love, of fellowship 

with others, sisters, brothers newly found 


Discovered and recovered from the grave  

a flock and then a kingdom saved 


To serve their lord and shepherd



And now we come to live together 

to meet the world and serve forever 


The king

Of all the heavens  


Having fellowship with the light 

fighting still the endless fight  


The darkness that surrounds us 

that will not quickly leave us  


Shining like stars despite our sin 

struggling still to let him in  


I have found my way 

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


I have found my God

My feast 


And now I bear the yoke 

that brings at last my peace. 


To Eternity

Death brings

Not death’s victory


But a new mystery

Of being


A sleeping soul

Before a resurrection


And a journey

To eternity.


“A journey to eternity”

The Descent

Descend lower

to the world darker


Than the shadow

of the valley of humiliation


To a placelessness

of no name


Where the soul seems about to dissolve

into meaninglessness


Here the world

and what I valued


Had little relevance

and significance reversed


In the emptiness

there is silence


And in the silence, voices can be heard

calling, insistently, critically, temptingly


And all I could do

Was pray


And there in the darkness

Was Death


And there in the darkness

Was God


And what was required

Was a kind of resurrection


To emerge

In a new kind of life.

from ‘The Calling’

resurrection TC

Always There

He is always there

            arms reaching out


From the end of time

            to its beginning



            offering welcome


To all who waken

            from the sleep of death


And run towards

            his illimitable love.


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


Reflections, places

fading faces

pass in waves…

[continues after image]


I do not want skin

wrinkled thin

shrivelled on me

while I am still empty


Fill me with memories!


The old will pass and fall so full

closed up with theirs

disappear in death

and die their time


But they too looked up

at old eyes gazing

threads back into history


Do I leap my life from day to day

and trail that thread

like life spinning ribbon red

from me?


Or snagged and shackled

trailing chains of ancestry?


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.
remember me