Sonnet

O give thanks to the Lord for He is good.
And his mercy endureth for ever.
The village church has no holy rood.
But the great tree through the window is restful mental food.

How I wondered could a Palestinian faith healer create a billion stars.
But where is the joy of aetheism.
It’s as if in the whole universe we see no further than Mars.
Asking where in atheism is the beauty of scripture is no truism.

It’s as if it poses one answer.
And then stops uninspired.
It’s as if it has one step, this dancer.
It can only play one card.

I started the day with calm meditation in a tiny church.
I ended this day with glorious evensong in Christ Church.

Haiku

Give thanks to the Lord
Love endureth for ever
For yes He is good