In the stillness of the dawn,
in the stillness of the dusk,
then, my heart is most alive,
there, my soul is most at peace.
Waking to the blackbird's song -
insisting, so it seems, on something close to joy and praise...
the sun's just breaking through the morning mist;
the smell of coffee and hot bread rolls,
Is evolution wiser than we know?
Are we to believe it nothing more
nor less, than threats, in holy or unholy
alliance with blind chance;
Before the world began… did our Creator
contemplate the way it should begin?
the sweetest way to animate and order
all this glorious whole contains within?
'Soul' – you’ve stood your ground now
for many thousand years; even when
they said God’s dead – and lightning did not strike..
When two or three
are gathered together
says sweetly Yes
says who poets’