Compline
Having not used this blog space for a very long time, I want to re-purpose it to share something that I have been remembering how to enjoy over the last 12+ months: poetry. I'm not great and there is lots that I write that won't make it near this page but I'd like to share little bits here and there and this seemed as good a place as any... First is something I wrote just over a year ago, sitting on the harbour at St Abbs, watching the light fade on a warm night. Compline Purple panes with orange lights Shimmering over the rippling tiles. Rocky pillars, dark and stern in their Evening colours. No bells, save for the chimes Of ropes on masts set aside, Ready for tomorrow’s labours. No choir, but the songs Of birds as they find their night’s rest. And yet, this is a great cathedral. A place for this pilgrim to rest. To know the power of the Creator As her tired bones settle. To hear the gentle voice of the One Who alone will...