Wednesday, June 07, 2023
Thursday, May 18, 2023
Bells
WHAT master singer, with what glory amazed. Heard one day listening on the lonely air The tune of bells ere yet a bell was raised To throne it over field and flood ? Who dare Deny him demi-god, that so could win The music uncreate, that so could wed Music and hue — till, when the bells begin. Song colours, colour sings? Beauty so bred Enspheres each hamlet through the English shires. And utters from ten thousand peeping spires (Or huge in starlight) to the outmost farms Sweet, young, grand, old. The country’s lustiest arms Leap to the time till the whole sky retells That unknown poet’s masterpiece of bells
Edmund Blunden
Tuesday, March 21, 2023
Credo
'Credo', says the heart,
Upheld in cradling hands;
The heart has reasons
No reason understands.
Mind's flashing messages
Fork and fall apart;
At the centre stillness
'Credo', says the heart.
Robert Gittings
On the Sundial at Greys Court, Henley
Saturday, December 18, 2021
A Carol Revived.
Saturday, February 20, 2021
The Lay of The Discontented Christian
This poem, a parody of a poem by Benjamin Franklin King (1857-1894), was displayed as a sampler at the house of Miss Margaret "Moggie" Sheddon in Swanage.
THE LAY OF THE DISCONTENTED CHRISTIAN
Nothing to eat but food
Nothing but clothes to wear
Nothing to warm but heat
Nothing to breathe but air
Nowhere to live but home
Nowhere to sleep but bed
None to love but friends
Nothing but good to dread
Nothing but daily grace
And a Father’s constant love
And a life of prayer and faith
And a home prepared above
Was ever a life so tried
Was ever a heart so riven
With nothing on earth but good
And nothing at last but Heaven
Saturday, January 23, 2021
Poem by Bishop Handley Moule
Thish poem was often quoted by my late Grandmother, Agnes Emily Greeves.
I could not find it for ages because I was not putting the right words into Google.
I think it is worth preserving.
Not far away our blessed are,
Though hidden from our famished eyes;
It is not in some distant star
Their happy paradise.
They are with Jesus - where he is:
And all the days he is with us -
The Holy Place the Bower of Bliss
Is near, is present thus.
There in their perfect life unseen,
No gulfs of space from us divide,
'Tis but the Lord who walks between,
And we his other side.
Bishop H. Moule. c.1909
Tuesday, January 28, 2020
Such atrocities long ago
All the bells are united in song.
In the damp still air they suddenly reverse, like larks -
The notes soar away upwards
Until unable to keep going
The noise comes crashing down
In waves of sweet harmony
Falling like blessings from the windows of heaven
Flooding our ears. Then away again
Up over the city and so
It goes on, and standing there
In the place of sad reflection
We hear Hope
Unfurling its message around us.