Before the Norman Conquests
Princess Emma of
Normandy
Became Queen Emma of
England
Wife to King Æthelred
the Unready
And then to Canute the
Great of Denmark
She was falsely accused
of adultery
But the night before
her ordeal by fire
As she slept in
Wargrave uneasily
Saint Swithun appeared
in a dream
To tell her she would
be set free
Cross of the living God
Cast your gentle
shadow
Keep us safe within
its lee
And I will always know
You will answer my
Prayer
Because you’re always
there
Gentle Jesus, Gentle
God
The atheist spent his whole life
Denying the existence of
a deity
Preached to all who
would listen
The atheist thoughts
of his reality
He even stated that
the universe
Was created quite
accidently
Even on his final day
on earth
He was content there
was no deity
But a moment before he
crashed
He cried out “oh God
help me”
God winds the clock of life,
It is wound but once
And when set in motion,
At the moment the
second hand
Begins its sweep
It can be neither
slowed
Nor hurried
There is no hint of
duration
No pre-set point
When the hands cease
The only certainty
Is that the time piece
will stop
All you can do is be
ready for that day
Leave nothing unsaid
Nothing undone
Place your faith in
God
And not the timepiece
Live your allotted
time fully
And have no regrets
When the movement
stops
At the appointed hour
Violence turns the world
Into a smouldering
ruin
God against God
Sect against sect
Brother against
Brother
Hatred against reason
And in the middle
Innocence dwells
Armed only with hope
And unshakeable faith
A cross for you,
A symbol of your
sacrifice
A cross for me,
A sign of my devotion
Across the veil
To the place beyond
To bathe together
In everlasting love
We’ll reach our God,
In heavens palaces
Leaving our bodies,
Heavy like stone,
And take flight
On angel’s wing
And bathe in His glory
