Tag: poem

Love is like a butterfly ~ Dolly’s symbol

“I just loved them because they were colourful and gentle,
and I just kind of related to them with my own personality.
I don’t want to hurt anybody. Didn’t want to bite. Didn’t want to sting, and I still don’t.
I just kind of claimed them as my little symbol.” ~Dolly Parton~
 

[Mr G. ammended August 30th 2026]

Summer afternoon

rose shimmering in summer brightness.
Photo: Piers Northam

Summer afternoon

Dozing in and out of an open book,
hot-headed in the baking brightness,
sounds coalesce:

Ears buffeted by eddying breezes,
conversations drifting across fencetops,
a lazy wind-chime,
gravel crunch and a distant saw.

The wheeze and hum,
click and whir of hidden insects.
Flies, like far-off squadrons of returning airmen
and the lilting strobe of gaudy wings
on crazy flightpaths.

[Piers Northam]

Summer Evensong at High Easter

Photo, The East Window in St Mary the Virgin, High Easter, Essex

Summer Evensong in St Mary the Vitgin, High Easter
gazing at the East Window.

We gather to open ourselves to God
in this House of Prayer,
where, alight with early evening sun,
Incarnation beckons through refracted glass.

Here, blessed Mary and humble Joseph
are transfixed in golden beams
streaming towards them from the Christ-child,
deeply alive in cradle strewn with straw.

Ox peeps adoringly over shoulder of Ass
as the shepherd and his boy look on,
crozier, an icon of pastoral love to come,
carried proudly.
Star above all, shining in majestic glory,
a portal through which heaven comes to earth.

I see the telling of this in the left window
as Angel Gabriel, deep in converse with God’s chosen One,
seeks to draw from her a ‘Yes’
that comes from the heart,
And challenges us too.

The triptych of God’s love
is completed in the third window ,
that of Presentation
where The child of God touches the waiting Simeon,
as the old man tenderly takes, holds, and blesses Him
in gentle and awesome thanksgiving,
which releases his own soul into God’s arms,
slipping into a peace his heart longs for.

Three God moments dance in coloured glass
opening our hearts, our souls, our vision,
Calling us to glorify, presenting ourselves
to receive the light of our Salvation
and the grace of God’s Incarnate love.

For this we came.


[Mr G. 23rd July 2026]

I visited High Easter Church on July 19th to take part in Choral Evensong.
I was fascinated by the East Window and above is my reflection.
Choral Evensong was sung beautifully using the Book of Common Prayer
and accompanied by a fine organist. The congregation welcome was kind
and warm, and the after service coffee was splendid!
Should you ever find yourself in that part of Essex, the postcode is CM1 4QW.
It’s a fine church with Saxon roots, roman brick and bits from almost every age.
Unusually it has a window dedicated to St. Valentine!

Standing near

Pietà. Rogier van der Weyden

A poem for Good Friday by Piers Northam

Standing near

Their eyes never leave you, 
together confronting the agony 
as you are pinioned to the cross 
and crucified.

Three long hours. 

Their presence is unwavering, 
their gaze unflinching,  
though a sword pierces 
their own anguished hearts.

Among them, the one 
who endured the agonies 
of bringing you into the world: 
who cradled the infant you. 
Now you are held in her gaze, 
her eyes fixed on you 
as she stands close by.
Soon she will cradle 
your stiffening, lifeless body. 

Where others have faltered and fled, 
these are the ones who remain, 
their presence, all that is left to give:
a wilful resistance, 
a faithful standing by, 
a harrowing witness.

Here, at the foot of the cross, 
is true strength, 
true devotion:
a love that is unsparing
and never turns away… 

Passiontide 2026
Piers Northam.