Sunday, 11 December 2011

Advent Candle 3

The Third Candle (The Candle of Joy)


Advent candle #3

Heaven’s voice is ringing early
its seasonal chorale
cascading through the well shopped streets
with the waterfall of glory.
And the tills sing out their victory
as the bankrupt bleed
on the battleground of greed.
Yet joy is to be found
in shopping mall and marketplace
when quiet voices
with shepherds’ hearts
respond to heaven’s greater tone.


Keith Wallis


Tuesday, 6 December 2011

Sunday 18th December

Come and be a RECORD BREAKER with us

 

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Monday, 5 December 2011

Sunday, 4 December 2011

Advent Candle 2

The Second Candle (The Candle of the Way)


Advent candle #2

The star begins its journey
and eternity spills
upon the lost.
A lesser light beacons
the greater light
and feeble footsteps
find the way
to eternity.
   
Keith Wallis         

Friday, 2 December 2011

Stop press - new book out

Keith has some of his work in this new book published by the Baptist Union.


Alongside the Biblefresh initiative in 2011, the Mission Department launched a project for Baptist churches, encouraging Christians to write new psalms and parables for the 21st century. A selection of these have now been compiled into a booklet, which gives a thought-provoking, uplifting, and inspiring snapshot of God’s presence in people’s lives today.

Wednesday, 30 November 2011

Advent Candle 1

The First Candle (The Candle of Prophecy/Hope)

Advent candle #1

In grey and rainy preparation
clouded days preoccupy.
Trees are mourning their lost finery,
birds flee or prepare for hard times.
Day follows day, treading weary paths,
a joyless melancholic procession,
boughs drip metronomic tears
muddy blankets hide spring’s birthright.
Bones chilled, cheeks besieged by gust and gale,
eyes become refugees daring only to peer
from squinting grimaces.
Beauty hides, bereaved, crest-fallen.

From such dismal obsession the season
promises Light for darkened hearts,
merry dances for weary feet
carolling into heraldic wonder.
Candle one: hope and prophecy
stout sentries guarding hearts from
fear’s incessant onslaught.
A small light in the abyss of darkness
tilting at the windmill of reality,
whistling in the wind.
A multitude of stars hide in nightly clouds
jostling for position to proclaim
the appointed
time
when their light is outshined.

Keith Wallis