Theme “Meaning”
The work of worth
In this late hour of reasoned speech,
When stars seem more like metaphor than sign,
And incense curls in empty naves,
Where silence oft must serve as shrine,
Still, something stirs behind the eyes,
That stare at screens to analyse.
We do not speak of God at lunch,
Except in jest or anecdote.
If worship’s seldom
Lost
Think of a time when you were lost,
A time, as a child, when you wandered away from your parents,
When you took the wrong turn and your surroundings were no longer familiar,
Or when you were in a wilderness without a well-worn path,
Or in a deep dense fog without a horizon or landmark.