Introducing A Quiet Christmas
~ One late November afternoon, I am drawn out into the bending light. Away from the clamour of the house and its flurry of concerns, past the withered garden an...
Category: Christmas
Toes :: A Poem for the Fourth Sunday of Advent
This poem is the heart of the sequence, and I think it’s my favourite. This is the upside-down mystery of Christmas which is good news for all of us in ti...
The Devil in My Manger Scene
He’s down in the left-hand corner of the scene, a bent and crooked little man clothed in a dark wooly covering. Like a shepherd, only more sinister. “Who’s that...
The Small Moments of Advent
I have just a few moments on this busy Saturday before Advent to share two things: a sequence and a secret. The first is a sequence of Advent poetry I com...