A Portrait of Jeremy Begbie

A Portrait of Jeremy Begbie

Out of a latticework of black and gold,
The background of our glory and disgrace,
He looks intently, with the eye of one
Who knows he is redeemed, and at what price.
So, in his piercing glance, the tale is told,
The light of Love shines back from flesh and bone,
The pierced light of the Logos pierces us.
As many colours make the tone of flesh
As there are timbres, colours, in the tone
Of music’s grief and praise. Three single notes
Will form one chord. The heart’s song moves from harsh
And exiled dissonance through broken nights,
Moves darkly through the tension of the cross
To resolution, homecoming, and grace.