You Break My Heart
Have you not seen in our daysOf any whose story, song or artDelights us, our sincerest praiseMeans, when all’s said, ‘You break my heart’? — CS Lewis, Poems, p. 133
On the Soul, and Poetry with GK Chesterton
My husband recently read me this lovely piece from The Soul of Wit, a compilation on the subject of Shakespeare, taken from GK Chesterton’s works. It was so lovely, I thought I would share. “But in a much deeper sense, Shakespeare was classical, because he was civilized. Voltaire criticized him as a barbarian. But he…
Written For You
Precious Dear Heart, you walk all alone And on and on, and on you go, With your restless soul all but unknown And your heart full of tears and woe Yet still you go on in spite of the dark Hoping inside that someday you’ll find, Amid all the spaces that cover this earth A…
The Year of the Trouble in Lancashire
This beautiful poem and prayer came to mind this morning, and how fitting it is today, even though the winter be symbolic. The skies are pale for us now, and the winds seem rather cold, and the children need help as much as ever they did before. Father – help us! You are our present…
To Hillaire Belloc
For every tiny town or place God made the stars especially; Babies look up with owlish face And see them tangled in a tree; You saw a moon from Sussex Downs, A Sussex moon, untravelled still, I saw a moon that was the town’s, The largest lamp on Campden Hill. Yea; Heaven is everywhere at…
Love is Enough
Love is enough for the loving, love without self’s alloy, Its mighty breast enfolding the flame of a secret joy. Love is enough for the loving as pure of envy and strife, It is poured as a fiery torrent from the brimming urns of Life. Love is no money-changer, to weigh the return…
The Sun is Gone Down
The sun is gone down And the moon’s in the sky But the sun will come up And the moon be laid by. The flower is asleep. But it is not dead, When the morning shines It will lift its head. When winter comes It will die! No, no, It will only hide From the…
The Gifts of His Child
Father, Thy son came down this blessed day Let our hearts kneel down here where he lay, To stop a moment here and gaze upon his lovely face – A babe born new with eyes that shine as day A moment dear heart – quiet thy roaming renditions Silence all others – Peace lies…
A Shining Vision
Father, this heart is hurting so, It throbs in pain, it writhes, it bleeds I cannot find the way to go, Groping through these misty reeds Father – thou art my shining key And with thy name, the clue unfolds If thou gavest my life to me Then thy heart, my future holds…
Of the Fall
We are of the fall, my love, Born beneath a waning moon A fateful star o’er hung, my love, And song soon lost its tune Darkness fell o’er all, my love, A gloom o’er me and you Blindly go we all, my love, In search of sweet perfume Sadly go we all, my love, Through…
