Friday, 22 August 2014

Blasts from the past

I found a few old newsletters from the school here at Chavagnes. They go back to 2006, so some of the boys featured are now in their mid twenties with children of their own already. You can look at these old editions here:

Tuesday, 6 May 2014

Single ticket

Our friends, I hear, are those who know us well
And who, in spite of knowing, love us still.
It is a bitter course when all is known,
When still we love, without return, alone.

Tuesday, 18 March 2014

Seeing the Tapestry at Angers for a second time

On seeing the Peaceful face of God and the Sleep of the Just
In the Tapestry of the Apocalypse at the Castle of Angers
Was weighed down,
Weary, with worldly woe
When wondrous
Warp and weft
Won me.
Oh to sleep so,
Sweetest, sainted
Then to awake in
Soaring, searing sunlight
Of pure, perfected love.
Golden Jerusalem!
With the love of friends
All around,
And beautiful,
Lord Christ
Woven into
And forever
Before my eyes,
Blessing me
In bliss.
March 2014 

Springtime hope

Silent no more in yet naked boughs
Perch pigeons, courting; while starlings, swifts
Rival rooks and crows
In skilful springtime song:
Not stinting in their lilting, warbling, chirping.
Gone the cold cruelty of dark days,
The silent brooding,
Interminable rain, thick clouds that
Mar sight of future joys. But now, at last,
Eternal summer is promised by the shout of yellow daffodils.

Thursday, 26 December 2013

Beauty and the Beast: A tale for St Stephen's Day

Happy St Stephen's Day. This painting is from the Scottish National Gallery in Edinburgh. Beautiful. Notice the two men in pink: one is a typical bad guy, the other of divine beauty; almost like St Stephen's diabolical twin. The beautiful killer also looks calm and reflective, whilst the other killer guy looks crazed. Which just goes to show that mobs can be dangerous, but also that a beautiful, intelligent and reflective young man is equally capable of martyrdom and murder, with full knowledge and full consent. Something that teachers keep noticing ... The mystery of free will ...
There is also a kind of resignation on the faces of the main killer, the beturbaned grandee and, of course, the Saint, who can see Christ in glory. So many things to think about.