Making Space for the God of the Cosmos

(I’ve had a delightfully hectic week with a sister and nephew from Queensland so I’m posting this poem from ten years ago. The water-damaged church building which had housed the St. Michael and All Angels congregation at Bridgewater has just been sold for renovation, but the congregation hire a hall on Sunday mornings and areContinue reading “Making Space for the God of the Cosmos”

Precarious Advent

Precarious Advent Advent 1 2023; Mark 13:24-37, Isaiah 64:1-9 I hide my imagining eyes from apocalyptic visions – stars falling, heavens darkened; although my rational mind admits humanity courts self-destruction generation after generation. There is some comfort in the promise that the Cosmic Christ is, has been, will be there in the most desperate times,Continue reading “Precarious Advent”