1) Two Part Pricing and the Gospel of Grace 2) Holy Church 3) Thou

1) Two Part Pricing and the Gospel of Grace

It was it seemed
a bargain
top class and cheap
but the catch came
when I needed replacements
the consumables consumed

And so it was that business triumphed
selling at a discount
maintaining at a premium

And so it was with faith
Salvation, we said, was free
Come to waters, and with no money buy and eat

But once you taste the free gift
we must load your backs with the cost of eternity
pay the full price of our moral code
of our exacting maintenance schedule
for we alone have genuine grace

As though grace was ours
and not abounding

Grace, being grace
seeps through generic substitutes
and will not be confined
to big brand marketing

And Jesus
who sold nothing once
let alone twice
said, come to me
my load is easy
my burden is light

one price
paid once
for all


2) Holy Church

Forget it all
the plans
the statistics
the evidence and anecdote

will teach us nothing we cannot know by stillness

Forget it all
the actions and rushing around
the good works eager to prove
that we are no better
than an ardent atheist with a good heart

Forget it all
demanding that you accept my proposition
my righteousness
my having it all sewn up

We shall do more by a moment’s holiness
than by a year’s  successful tweeting

a Church that makes herself the Good News
is lost to the God who loves her

Oh my soul, be prepared for the coming of the Stranger.
Be prepared for him who knows how to ask questions.

I desire mercy, not sacrifice

Just the mercy of a smile
a laugh
and an acceptance

just this
just here
just now.


3) Thou

The older I get
the younger I remember
with my two toned tongues
of Welsh and English ricocheting off each other
to give me a stereophonic world
of single meaning double depth
a singularity of creation

And Thou
in English obsolescence
Ti with Godly Fear
the One beyond the formality of You

The Oneing of Fire
consumed but never spent

The Thou that sits in my heart
as my hearts sits in You




Inclusion is not Collusion

Inclusion is a buzzing word
sawing off the branches of our half dead tree

So the jibe returns:
you only include those who think like you
or you pity
or admire….
you don’t
they complain
include those who aren’t as inclusive as you
so you’re not inclusive…

Indeed… since
Inclusion has teeth
Inclusion is not collusion
You can join us with your small mind
but don’t expect us to collude
or give you oxygen to breathe with the collapsed lung
of your lost inspiration

Inclusion is not collusion
Inclusion can only include inclusion

You may join us
but we’ll provide no platform for your narrow mind
to launch  its two dimensional flight
no peg to hang your blinkers after trotting out the old routines
nor a box on which to soft soap us with the froth of discrimination

One alone is Judge

We do best to stand in silence
naked before the One with who we have to do
who will include us all without fail
seeing us as we are

this the truth that sticks
in the craw of  exclusion

Do you think
God’s inclusion includes discrimination
God’s Oneing ones with fear?

Inclusion is not collusion
but the crook that saves the weak
and the rod that lays low the predator

Morny stannit

I’m of the Eric and Ernie generation and unashamedly style my service taking technique on Eric Morecambe’s impeccable timing. Ah, if only.

There’s a sketch I remember in which Eric acts the part of newspaper seller at a London station. He’s shouting out what sounds like “Morny stannit, morny  stannit”.

Ernie, acting a bowler hatted city gent is obviously annoyed and says to Eric. Excuse me, it’s MORNING STANDARD.

Ernie ignores him and keeps shouting“Morny stannit, morny  stannit”

Ernie persists in saying, excuse me it’s Morning Standard.

After a while Ernie gives in and shouts “Morning Standard” and Ernie goes off with a smug look on his face.

Ernie then turns to the camera and opens the newspaper.

It’s called, Morny Stannit.

Be careful about being right.

It’s not about being right, it’s about be related.

It’s not about being correct, it’s about being connected.


November 2017

So here we are
I said
to myself

there being no there

we are always
not there

And November the broken bottom E of the twelve-stringed year
the runt of the dozen litter
dark too soon to call it a day
frets away across the 4 weeks with a bundle of ends

It’s a red month with blood on its hands
saints and sinners, war and peace
A Kingdom season oozing through the membranes of life
yet studded in our small calendar with great Anglicans

Hooker, the genius, far too unknown to the Church’s loss
who taught us the way of union with Christ, participation
And Temple, who taught us participation with our neighbour
Contemplation and action

But it’s the universal women
Margery and Elizabeth
Hilda, Mechtild, Margaret, Catherine, Cecilia, Priscilla
who might teach us the way out of our present dilemmas
each contemplating the One Thing Needful

As somebody said
the only interesting thing about religion
is God
– God
– whom the Church never mentions
having got caught up on the superman Jesus
who is never, it seems, the Christ
just a great guy who shows up when we pray

Such is this dark November of the Church
the clues are all there but the detectives are asleep

Pray for a blazing fortnight of Marian blue and frosts
to set the soil for a new spring after the Church’s long winter ahead


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