Sunday, 20 May 2018


The pious man is like a tree

            With amply-watered roots;

And in its season you may see

The richness of its fruits.

The righteous man is like a palm -

In freshness he disports

With dignity, without a qualm,

As planted in God’s courts.

Jehovah’s trees are satisfied,

            Planted by Him, and blest;

Through him each bird is now supplied
            With space to build its nest.

Wednesday, 16 May 2018

LAND iii

We will come to a land
Whose stones are iron, we
Escaped from the iron furnace.
For God will have a house fixed
By iron without weight:
Iron for things of iron.

He has given us what is best
From the ancient mountains; precious
From the everlasting hills.  He only
Placed them there before:
Up, let us mine these stores,
Let us dig copper.

Monday, 14 May 2018


A land of wheat
Borne from one grain,
Fit for an oblation
Or to garner,

Reaped after the barley-harvest,
That firstfruit, yet
Whose heap of corn
Is cause of rejoicing.

Oh the vines!
And their wine is
New wine, to suit new skins
To cheer God and man.

The sweetness of the figs!
And their healing, while
The tree with the vine
Forms each man’s bower.

Blossom and bloom
The pomegranates, till
Comely as a woman’s temple,
The juicy fruits burgeon.

The people of the land
Will shine in the unction
Of the fatness
Of the olive tree.

While honey they suck
Out of the rock
Will make them persons
With bright eyes.

Thursday, 10 May 2018


The God of the hills
And of the valleys
Gives you this good land:

A land of waterbrooks,
Rivers of living water.

A land of springs,
Fountains of water
Springing up.

A land of deeps
The depths of which have been
Searched out for you.

Deuteronomy 8: 7

Thursday, 3 May 2018


The broken flask
Set fragrance free; God
Will receive fragrance
From only a broken heart.

Monday, 30 April 2018


Jehovah's trees are satisfied, because
He planted them, and tends each branch and shoot -
They are as men who contemplate His laws -
While His supply refreshes every root.

Look at the cedars burgeoning in might,
In spread, and girth, and groundedness, and height.

As for the stork, the fir-tree is her house.

See Psalm 104: 16-17

Saturday, 28 April 2018


I slept. And my Beloved knocked. Alas!
That my response was not alacritous.
How unlike, Acsah springing from her ass,
Or Abigail, my moves were ponderous.
I rose to open but He had withdrawn;
I rose and sought Him but I found Him not.
I asked,where had my Well-beloved gone?
And went to seek Him since I was distraught

The watchmen wounded me. The daughters asked,
What He is like? And then He filled my gaze
With all His loveliness, and as I basked
In all His excellence I told His praise.

Blest Spirit, let me fix my eyes on Him,
And days will not be dull nor I be dim.

Thursday, 26 April 2018


If, being purified for her king
With oil of myrrh, with spices,

She could be found by the king
To be lovable,

And could bring solemn truth
To her king's attention,

And enact justice upon
Her people's oppressors,

All rooted in the nobility that said,
"If I perish, I perish".