Sofia, Poetry
To My Grandfather
He took me from a fearful pit, And from the miry clay, And on a rock he set my feet, Establishing my way. The 40th Psalm’s second verse as in ballad metre we sang it...
He took me from a fearful pit, And from the miry clay, And on a rock he set my feet, Establishing my way. The 40th Psalm’s second verse as in ballad metre we sang it...
In the edition of May 2005 our editor kindly reported on my attempts to put together both words and music of something I called an Open Liturgy, – a celebration, that is, for all people...
Preface This is a form of celebration closely modelled on the Liturgies at present in use in my own branch of Christianity, the Episcopal Church in Scotland. It is intended for use primarily by people...
Song for Dying ...and let us finally enter, friends, the being of every live thing at its moment of most joy: deer on savannah knowing she will soon outleap her tiger; goose on the tried...