[On hearing some church bells at Easter, in the poem "Loneliness"]
...You fill my heart with joy and grief—
Belief! Belief! And unbelief...
And, though you tell me I shall die,
You say not how or when or why.
[On making small talk at a funeral, in the poem "Aldershot Crematorium"]
...And thus we try to dissipate our fears.
'I am the Resurrection and the Life':
Strong, deep and painful, doubt inserts the knife.
[On thinking about his own death, in the poem "Good-bye"]
...But better down there in the battle
Than here on the hill
With Judgement or nothingness waiting me,
Lonely and chill.
[On the Nativity story, in the poem "Christmas"]
And is it true? And is it true,
This most tremendous tale of all,
Seen in a stained-glass window's hue,
A Baby in an ox's stall?