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Carolyn Whitnall

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Accidental theology PhD student | Rapidly forgetting what little I once knew about applied crypto | Poetry, ideally | She/her

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Regularly told I’m silly, that ‘nobody takes it seriously’, ‘it won’t happen here’ etc etc. because I have real concerns about the rise of the far right here in the UK.

Where our treasure is that’s where our heart is.

19.03.2025 12:34 — 👍 4    🔁 1    💬 0    📌 0
THE SACRIFICE IN THE TEMPLE

I saw the preparation of my death
And life, lie crying, cradled in the arms
Of maiden motherhood. I heard alarms
And consolations with each wailing breath,
And recognised that many, wise and fools,
Would fall … and many rise; an issued sign
To bring to light the heart of the Divine,
And to lay bare the "reasoning animals."
Blood and fire and balm ascending with
A forescent; I could taste the moment; feel
The coming counteract, like sharpened steel –
For who could stand the take of such a gift?
But I, among the hoping, holding fast	 
The word, rejoiced to see it flesh at last.

Carolyn Whitnall

THE SACRIFICE IN THE TEMPLE I saw the preparation of my death And life, lie crying, cradled in the arms Of maiden motherhood. I heard alarms And consolations with each wailing breath, And recognised that many, wise and fools, Would fall … and many rise; an issued sign To bring to light the heart of the Divine, And to lay bare the "reasoning animals." Blood and fire and balm ascending with A forescent; I could taste the moment; feel The coming counteract, like sharpened steel – For who could stand the take of such a gift? But I, among the hoping, holding fast The word, rejoiced to see it flesh at last. Carolyn Whitnall

A sonnet for the Feast of the Presentation, celebrated 40 days after Christmas. #Candlemas

02.02.2025 17:18 — 👍 2    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0
THIS HOUSE

Oh come, oh come Emmanuel, and hurl
Our order into holy disarray:
Upend the tables where we wheel and deal,
And scatter our accrued prosperity.
Awake us, dancer on the dancing deep,
From placid slumber; rock the boat; disturb
The peace that we content ourselves to keep,
And make us see the chaos we transfer.
Confound our clarity, cut short our too long
Prayers, take back the narrative and heckle
Sermons preached to itching ears. Throw down
Each stone in every separating wall.
Do what you’re here to do … but, come what may,
Rebuild the ruins of us, please – and stay.

(Carolyn Whitnall, 2019)

THIS HOUSE Oh come, oh come Emmanuel, and hurl Our order into holy disarray: Upend the tables where we wheel and deal, And scatter our accrued prosperity. Awake us, dancer on the dancing deep, From placid slumber; rock the boat; disturb The peace that we content ourselves to keep, And make us see the chaos we transfer. Confound our clarity, cut short our too long Prayers, take back the narrative and heckle Sermons preached to itching ears. Throw down Each stone in every separating wall. Do what you’re here to do … but, come what may, Rebuild the ruins of us, please – and stay. (Carolyn Whitnall, 2019)

Advent is coming.

29.11.2024 10:29 — 👍 3    🔁 1    💬 0    📌 0
THIS HOUSE

Oh come, oh come Emmanuel, and hurl
Our order into holy disarray:
Upend the tables where we wheel and deal,
And scatter our accrued prosperity.
Awake us, dancer on the dancing deep,
From placid slumber; rock the boat; disturb
The peace that we content ourselves to keep,
And make us see the chaos we transfer.
Confound our clarity, cut short our too long
Prayers, take back the narrative and heckle
Sermons preached to itching ears. Throw down
Each stone in every separating wall.
Do what you’re here to do … but, come what may,
Rebuild the ruins of us, please – and stay.

(Carolyn Whitnall, 2019)

THIS HOUSE Oh come, oh come Emmanuel, and hurl Our order into holy disarray: Upend the tables where we wheel and deal, And scatter our accrued prosperity. Awake us, dancer on the dancing deep, From placid slumber; rock the boat; disturb The peace that we content ourselves to keep, And make us see the chaos we transfer. Confound our clarity, cut short our too long Prayers, take back the narrative and heckle Sermons preached to itching ears. Throw down Each stone in every separating wall. Do what you’re here to do … but, come what may, Rebuild the ruins of us, please – and stay. (Carolyn Whitnall, 2019)

Advent is coming.

29.11.2024 10:29 — 👍 3    🔁 1    💬 0    📌 0

Ahh, I wish I'd known enough to be shocked rather than enthusiastically submitting myself to those hierarchies in ways I've yet to fully disentangle myself from 20 years later!

15.11.2024 14:31 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0
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Get out your absolute TINIEST violin: Nigel Farage is personally upset that advertisers don't want to fund his channel of division, disinformation and far-right conspiracy theories 🥺😢🎻

15.11.2024 12:05 — 👍 30    🔁 8    💬 2    📌 0
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Ecclesiography - The Other Journal i lay and listened to the rain last night         it felt a bit like sleep and they were there     in torrents laughing that i put my hand up to my sin at four            “adorable” (i couldn’t win) j...

Wrote a thing about church that made it into The Other Journal. Feels even more so right now.

"i am in it to my neck belovèd
as the water rises
tell me that you notice
tell me we are not ok
with this"
theotherjournal.com/2024/07/eccl...

15.11.2024 11:55 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

Urgh, platforms.

13.11.2024 20:25 — 👍 2    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

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