A Pomegranate and a Bell by J.M.S. Tait With holy awe and reverent pace, The Priest approached the Holy Place; Attired in garments that became The Place where God had set His Name. His ephod shone with gold and gems, […]
The Legacy (Poem) by J.M.S. Tait What shall he leave his sons? Silver nor gold, Nor heritage, has he, nor herd nor fold. Not these can he bequeath, but this he can – The holy raiment of a saintly man. […]
The Lodger A poem by J.M.S. Tait, based on Numbers 22:8 “Lodge here this night”. Ah, thou that dalliest with temptation And would’st fain a little while thy fell guest entertain; Thinkest thou with morning light he’ll clean depart, And […]
