POETRY OF THE PASSION

It is Easter Friday and below is a powerful poem, which I have extracted from Living Wittily, a blog which has become for me, a great source of spiritual sustenance over the past few months. Thank you, Jim Gordon.


“Morning glory, starlit sky”
W H Vanstone (1923-1999)


1. Morning glory, starlit sky,
soaring music, scholar’s truth,
flight of swallows, autumn leaves,
memory’s treasure, grace of youth:
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2. Open are the gifts of God,
gifts of love to mind and sense;
hidden is love’s agony,
love’s endeavor, love’s expense.
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3. Love that gives, gives ever more,
gives with zeal, with eager hands,
spares not, keeps not, all outpours,
ventures all its all expends.
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4. Drained is love in making full,
bound in setting others free,
poor in making many rich,
weak in giving power to be.
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5. Therefore he who shows us God
helpless hangs upon the tree;
and the nails and crown of thorns
tell of what God’s love must be.
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6. Here is God: no monarch he,
throned in easy state to reign;
here is God, whose arms of love
aching, spent, the world sustain.

Tonight at 7.30pm, there is a Service in the Hilton Church. A time to quietly reflect on the momentous events related to Easter Friday.

Jesus who said that those who believed in him would never be thirsty, hangs on the Cross, and in the agony of his suffering he says, “I am thirsty.”

He has come to the place where everyone else is, so that he can do what only he can do.
DMacP