Author: Ian Trimnell

AFTER YEARS by Ted Kooser Today, from a distance, I saw you walking away, and without a sound the glittering face of a glacier slid into the sea. An ancient oak fell in the Cumberlands, holding only a handful of leaves, and an old woman scattering corn to her chickens looked up for an instant. At...

THE ABDUCTION by Stanley Kunitz Some things I do not profess to understand, perhaps not wanting to, including whatever it was they did with you or you with them that timeless summer day when you stumbled out of the wood, distracted, with your white blouse torn and a bloodstain on your skirt. “Do you believe?” you...

GET ORGANISED! by Douglas Malloch There may be nothing wrong with you, The way you live, the work you do, But I can very plainly see, Exactly what is wrong with me. It isn’t that I’m indolent, Or dodging duty by intent; I work as hard as anyone, And yet I get so little done. The...

GLORIOUS WORLD by Herman Hesse I feel it again and again, no matter Whether I am old or young: A mountain range in the night, On the balcony a silent woman, A white street in the moonlight curving gently away That tears my heart with  longing out of my body. Oh burning world, oh white woman...

FRAGMENT by Sappho Awed by her splendor stars near the lovely moon cover their own bright faces when she is roundest and lights earth with her silver Good evening and welcome to Evening Prayer That this evening may be holy, good and peaceful, let us pray with one heart and mind. Silence is kept. As our...

RIPENING by Wendell Berry The longer we are together the larger death grows around us. How many we know by now who are dead! We, who were young, now count the cost of having been. And yet as we know the dead we grow familiar with the world. We, who were young and loved each other...

UNTITLED by Rumi The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along. Good evening and welcome to Evening Prayer The Lord almighty grant us a quiet night and a perfect end. Amen. Our help is...

STARLINGS IN WINTER by Mary Oliver Chunky and noisy, but with stars in their black feathers, they spring from the telephone wire and instantly they are acrobats in the freezing wind. And now, in the theater of air, they swing over buildings, dipping and rising; they float like one stippled star that opens, becomes for a...

TALKING TO MY SON BEFORE SLEEP by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer “Which is bigger,” he asks me, “the ocean or sky,” and I want to tell him the heart, which even today has been practicing vastness, is learning to say yes in new languages, learning to stretch beyond the center, beyond the lips, learning to be more...

UNTITLED by Leonard Cohen Any system you contrive without us will be brought down We warned you before and nothing that you built has stood Hear it as you lean over you blueprint Hear it as you roll up your sleeve Hear it once again Any system you contrive without us will be brought down You...

SONNET 139 by Edna St. Vincent Millay I must not die of pity; I must live; Grow strong, not sicken; eat, digest my food, That it may build me, and in doing good To blood and bone, broaden the sensitive Fastidious pale perception: we contrive Lean comfort for the starving, who intrude Upon them with our...

Prayer for the Day “In my journeying with you, may I never lose my sense of direction, never lose sight of the landmark towards which I travel. And should cloud or rain obscure my vision, may I draw closer to you, so that my feet may tread in your footsteps, your words be my encouragement, and...

ALL OUT FOR GOD Sunday 30th May: Go Barefoot On behalf Of The Persecuted “Continue to remember those in prison as if you were together with them in prison, and those who are mistreated as if you yourselves were suffering.” (Hebrews 13: 3) RELEASE INTERNATIONAL is an inter-denominational Christian ministry working through local church partners in...

THOSE DANCING DAYS ARE GONE by W.B. Yeats Come, let me sing into your ear; Those dancing days are gone, All that silk and satin gear; Crouch upon a stone, Wrapping that foul body up In as foul a rag: I carry the sun in a golden cup. The moon in a silver bag. Curse as...

FRAGMENT by Sappho The moon has set In a bank of jet That fringes the Western sky, The pleiads seven Have sunk from heaven And the midnight hurries by; My hopes are flown And, alas! alone On my weary couch I lie. Good evening and welcome to Evening Prayer That this evening may be holy, good...