Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.”  I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.”

Being in the pastorate is a highly fulfilling job if you are called to it, not least because you get to work with some wonderful saints.  But every congregation also has people (who shall here remain nameless) who give the pastor a certain sympathy for Moses.



Curtal Sonnet # 6


At the sea, the rushing waters stood;

At Marah, bitter waters turned to sweet;

At Meribah, they spurted from the rock.

The people saw and drank; it was as good

As Manna, honey-cakes they had to eat.

They surely were a richly pastured flock.


Still, every time a little trouble came,

Like starving goats, that flock began to bleat,

And Moses had to listen to them mock.

If he thought that was the limit of their shame,

He was in for a shock.


Remember: for more poetry like this, go to and order Stars Through the Clouds! Also look for Inklings of Reality and Reflections from Plato’s Cave, Williams’ newest books from Lantern Hollow Press: Evangelical essays in pursuit of Truth, Goodness, and Beauty.  And look for Williams’ very latest book, Deeper Magic: The Theology behind the Writings of C. S. Lewis, due out Sept. 1, 2016, from Square Halo Books!

Donald T. Williams, PhD


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