Sonnet

I read that through faith we are judged righteous.
Since it is by faith that we have entered this state of grace.
And so I ask what then of being meritorious.
What of doubt’s ever nagging trace.

Intellectually I struggle with faith’s happy grace.
Rationally I fear I am a passing speck in an unconscious universe.
But I was thinking this sitting alone in the vast cathedral space.
Unable with prayer or God or happiness to converse.

Then high up a ray of light pierced the window.
Blinding me for an instant, intently.
What calm joy and fears laid low.
A peace enveloping, gently reverently.

Such is the call, it cannot be analysed.
Or indeed in any way surmised.

Haiku

Light, such is the call
It cannot be analysed
Or indeed surmised

Haiku for Saint George

Christopher is the
Saint of Christmas and George is
The saint of Easter