About stevedailly

Stephen Dailly studied English Literature and Classics at Keele University before teaching in a variety of schools and colleges for eighteen years. In the late 1990s he began volunteering in prison chaplaincies and has worked with prisoners before and after their release, in various capacities ever since. In 2013 he was involved in starting Walk Ministries. An evangelical Christian, he is a member the Dove Church in Uttoxeter, Staffordshire where he regularly speaks and leads worship.

Book Launch Images

Some images from the launch event at Dove Church last weekend.

Jamie Hill led worship; we heard from Walk Ministries Staffers Wez and John, and from Simon Edwards, Chief Exec of Walk Ministries.

I reads a couple of passages from the Book that will appear on my YouTube channel pretty soon.

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Palimpsest

What new story shall we tell?
Pen poised, ink at hand;
A monk with his parchment,
I regard the taught softness of your skin.

Many tales are told within this frame
Hidden writing, words re-cognised,
Re-formed, thoughts realigned.
The surface ready for the shock of ink.

The stylus swoops and dips.
Clause and meaning spring to life,
The subtlety of language.
Tales are interwoven in this place;
A shared and secret grammar;
A mystery; the mastery of form.

October 2015

WTC (from ‘Ghosts’)

Remembering
the magnificent skyline
seen across the bay;

the two obsidian
fingers raised in salute.

The falling figures.

The pillar of cloud and fire;
the concertina-ing floors

the shroud of dust veiling
the shame of nakedness

and

the storm of ash
pompeiing the
canyons of Manhattan.

Remembering –
with still-fascinated horror
the traders of the world;

a touchstone for our
generation, redefining
the bitterness and fall:
the wormwood and the gall.

 

11/09/2006
Revelation 18; Lamentations 3

From the Lightning Master

I long for your return
from distant lands
where strength is sapped
and touch frozen;

Your gaze vague
with contemplation
of galactic nights
spangled above your ice
setting your homecourse.

O wing winds of light, my love,
return with storm –
instantly melt in my embrace –
your eyes deeps
where crystal heights
and depths meet.

Echo

Echo-sound the icy
ocean depths of me,
shelf, trench, reef and bar

beneath the weather
silent stillness
grades the sun-distance,
blue to black

God of Peace,
measure me,
investigate
my deeps with love.

From Lightning Master