Tag: Malcolm Guite sonnet

HERE AT THE CENTRE EVERYTHING IS STILL

XIV Jesus is laid in the tomb

Here at the centre everything is still
Before the stir and movement of our grief
Which bears its pain with rhythm, ritual,
Beautiful useless gestures of relief.
So they anoint the skin that cannot feel
Soothing his ruined flesh with tender care,
Kissing the wounds they know they cannot heal,
With incense scenting only empty air.
He blesses every love that weeps and grieves
And makes our grief the pangs of a new birth.
The love that’s poured in silence at old graves
Renewing flowers, tending the bare earth,
Is never lost. In him all love is found
And sown with him, a seed in the rich ground.

Malcolm Guite https://malcolmguite.wordpress.com/2019/04/20/holy-saturday-stations-xiii-and-xiv-3/?fbclid=IwAR33GgNAAUbco8WMwettRhbE4XaIUYI3TzTZEyC6K3-WrdPgywXUtTKyEzM

A FEAST FOR PENTECOST

 

Pentecost

Today we feel the wind beneath our wings
Today  the hidden fountain flows and plays
Today the church draws breath at last and sings
As every flame becomes a Tongue of praise.
This is the feast of fire,air, and water
Poured out and breathed and kindled into earth.
The earth herself awakens to her maker
And is translated out of death to birth.
The right words come today in their right order
And every word spells freedom and release
Today the gospel crosses every border
All tongues are loosened by the Prince of Peace
Today the lost are found in His translation.
Whose mother-tongue is Love, in  every nation.

(Malcolm Guite)

And if you’re still struggling to find resources for tomorrow, try this:  http://www.allageworshipresources.org/tag/pentecost/

While you’re putting those last-minute touches to your Pentecost service, listen to this:

 

HOLY INNOCENTS

Image by Linda Richardson

Refugee

We think of him as safe beneath the steeple,

Or cosy in a crib beside the font,

But he is with a million displaced people

On the long road of weariness and want.

For even as we sing our final carol

His family is up and on that road,

Fleeing the wrath of someone else’s quarrel,

Glancing behind and shouldering their load.

Whilst Herod rages still from his dark tower

Christ clings to Mary, fingers tightly curled,

The lambs are slaughtered by the men of power,

And death squads spread their curse across the world.

But every Herod dies, and comes alone

To stand before the Lamb upon the throne.

Malcolm Guite

EACH DENIAL IS UNDONE BY LOVE: a sonnet for St Peter

Celebrating the Feast of St Peter and St Paul with this wonderful sonnet by Malcolm Guite.  Peter is my mate – I was deaconed at Petertide 26 years ago. 

I love this icon too:  it was the one we chose for the Anglican holiday club which we were able to hold in an Orthodox parish when we lived in Romania.  It was a first, as it was held with the consent and support of the Romanian Orthodox priest.

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St. Peter

Impulsive master of misunderstanding

You comfort me with all your big mistakes;

Jumping the ship before you make the landing,

Placing the bet before you know the stakes.

I love the way you step out without knowing,

The way you sometimes speak before you think,

The way your broken faith is always growing,

The way he holds you even when you sink.

Born to a world that always tried to shame you,

Your shaky ego vulnerable to shame,

I love the way that Jesus chose to name you,

Before you knew how to deserve that name.

And in the end your Saviour let you  prove

That each denial is undone by love.

(Again, you can hear Malcolm reading the sonnet if you click on the poem title below the icon).