Two Ash Wednesday poems, by Malcolm Guite and Julia Bates, wonder at the mystery of the creation that arises from dust.
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How Did This Dust Learn to Sing?
Church Music, Sweetest of Sweets
In a Malcolm Guite lecture, the Anglican poet and priest draws on Donne and Herbert to imagine us tuning our instruments for entry into the heavenly choir.
Gentle Exemplar, Help Us in Our Trials
It’s no surprise to learn to Malcolm Guite’s love George Herbert. Both poets grapple with doubts and fears and use poetry to reconnect with God.
The Call To Step into That River
Luke, Milton and Malcolm Guite are all enthralled with the moment when Jesus, at the moment of his baptism, fully realizes that he–and all of us–are God’s belovèd and delight.
Jesus as the Flame within the Flame
A Malcolm Guite sonnet to celebrate “Christ the King Sunday.” The poet offers other metaphors than “king,” which is fine by me.
Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
Few poems better capture for me that vision of God’s heaven on earth than Blake’s “The Divine Image.”
This Altar the Earth Herself Has Given
Guite traces an old oaken altar back to the tree out of which it was made, which also blessed the elements.
He Took Us with Him to the Heart of Things
Poet’s writing about the Ascension often focus on our tangled lives.

