Daily Archives: January 1, 2021

The Light of His Countenance: A Response To Psalm 67

Psalm 67 is a beautiful little psalm that continues the jubilant note of 65 and 66. The starting point for my response was the opening verse with its emphasis on mercy but also its beautiful phrase ‘The light of his countenance:

  1. GOD be merciful unto us, and bless us: and shew us the light of his countenance, and be merciful unto us:

My response is a meditation on the mercy but also an exploration of the way in which the light of God’s presence shimmers through the veil of this world in certain special places and at certain special moments, kindling afresh our deep yearning and desire towards him.

As always you can hear me read the psalm by clicking on the play button or the title.

These poems will all be gathered together and published on January 30th under the title David’s Crown. I am just working on the proofs now and there is already an amazon page for the book if you wish to pre-order it Here

LXVII Deus misereatur
 
Till love himself comes as a revelation
We’ll live on mercy, and we’ll seek his face
Whose every look is light. In every nation
 
He is acknowledged, and all peoples trace
The shimmer of his presence, seek to follow
The hints and glimmers of his fleeting grace,
 
Feel after him and find him, learn to hallow
The places where the veil seems very thin:
The forest grove at sunrise or the hollow
 
In the hills on autumn evenings when
We seem to hear the horns of Elfland blowing
And strange unearthly longings draw us in.
 
Then we come close to God with out our knowing,
As he approaches us with wordless blessing,
And Eden’s rivers here on earth are flowing.

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New Year’s Day Tennyson’s ‘Wild Bells’

Image by Linda Richardson

Image by Linda Richardson

For New Year’s Day in my  Anthology from Canterbury PressWaiting on the Word, I have chosen to read another section of Tennyson’s In Memoriam, the famous and beautiful section about ringing out the old and ringing in the new which finishes with a vision of the true Advent, ‘the Christ that is to be’.

You can hear me read this poem by clicking on the title or the play button. The image above was created by Linda Richardson. She Writes:

I have to confess that I don’t remember ever enjoying New Years Day. I always have the feeling that I am an unprepared host for this important guest, who, instead of finding my house with the bed made up and a roaring fire, discovers me amid the accumulated dross of previous revelry. The image I made does not reflect the hope of the poem, probably because I don’t believe in the great ringing in of the new – I don’t see it happening in the world.

What I can believe in, is that Christ can ring in me and in you. Annie Dillard, the American author and poet says, ‘I had been my whole life a bell, and never knew it until at that moment I was lifted and struck.’ And so to the extent we ring for Christ, we also ring for the world.

You can find the words, and a short reflective essay on this poem in Waiting on the Word, which is now also available on Kindle

You can also hear Alana Levandoski turning these verses into a lovely song on this youtube page:


In Memoriam CVI   Alfred Lord Tennyson

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,

The flying cloud, the frosty light:

The year is dying in the night;

Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,

Ring, happy bells, across the snow:

The year is going, let him go;

Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind

For those that here we see no more;

Ring out the feud of rich and poor,

Ring in redress to all mankind.

Ring out a slowly dying cause,

And ancient forms of party strife;

Ring in the nobler modes of life,

With sweeter manners, purer laws.

Ring out the want, the care, the sin,

The faithless coldness of the times;

Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes

But ring the fuller minstrel in.

Ring out false pride in place and blood,

The civic slander and the spite;

Ring in the love of truth and right,

Ring in the common love of good.

Ring out old shapes of foul disease;

Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;

Ring out the thousand wars of old,

Ring in the thousand years of peace.

Ring in the valiant man and free,

The larger heart, the kindlier hand;

Ring out the darkness of the land,

Ring in the Christ that is to be.

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