Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
Stop Running
1 Kings 19
Stop searching. Hold still
Rest now under a broom tree
And He will find you
Saturday, October 18, 2025
Stop Running - poem
Friday, October 17, 2025
About Your Poem - poem
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
About Your Poem
If you send a poem, and only one or two read it
And no one ticks a box or writes a response
Then have you worked a positive good into the world?
Oh, yes!
For you have written a verse upon a page
Upon a leaf that sails upon the air
Upon wild solar winds and to the stars
To where
A Voice reads it as a love letter to all
Who are so very blessed in knowing you
Macbeth Will Have No Say About It - poem
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
Macbeth Will Have No Say About It
Light thickens; and the
crow
Makes wing to the rooky wood:
Good things of day begin to droop and drowse
-Macbeth III.ii.50-52
Finishing
the chores as the evening light fails
And
high above me in the paling blue
Three
crows calling out harshly as they soar
Indeed
making wing to a rooky wood
Good
things of day, good animals, in peace
Are
safely penned in their barns and byres
And
we marvel at god’s kindness in all things
A
warm fire, lanternlight, supper, blessings
Let
us hear nothing of the tyrant’s foul plans
But instead,
happy stories, Evensong, then sleep
About NO KINGS DAY - doggerel
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
About NO KINGS DAY
“The King’s under the law, for it’s the law that makes him a King.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Horse and His Boy
Thus we need not worry about such a thing
As our proud president wanting to be a king
Thursday, October 16, 2025
The Ruby-Throated Grand Scheme of Things - poem
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
The Ruby-Throated Grand Scheme of Things
The
last hummingbird of the season, perhaps,
A tail-end
Charlie, this mid-October pilgrim
Stopping
a moment at the dollar-store feeder
On El
Camino Real to Mexico
To what
king will this royal messenger report?
His
legions of the air and summer flowers
Are gathering
in from all over the Americas
To winter
in mysterious valleys and hidden fields
L’envoi:
We
can’t know where your long journey will end
But
God speed you as you fly with the wind, little friend
Sunday, October 12, 2025
Dawn Across the Planet - short poem
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
Dawn Across the Planet
Soon you will be awake for breakfast and tea
A good cup of tea for beginning the day
As the waning Harvest Moon sails west
And you and the sun rise happily in the east
Forgive Me for not Writing Yesterday - poem
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
Forgive Me for not Writing Yesterday
I was reclined before a bin of farriers’ tools
Ironmongery smithied in shining steel
In a room shaded institutional green
Fluorescent lights, only one door
Gadgets clipped to me, needles poked into me
Surely soon would sound the voice of Number Two:
“Information. We want information.”
Thinking of pain, then poetry, then you
But having a dying tooth extracted
Does not lend itself to metre or rhyme!
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