
22/08/2025
Anchor of a Nation - Michael Clarkson
Britain is sleepwalking.
Drifting from the harbour that built her,
cutting loose the anchor that held her fast.
Freedom did not grow wild.
It was planted in scripture,
rooted in the cross,
watered with blood,
shaped by hands that knew
justice demanded more than power.
Now the roots are torn.
Christianity reduced to ceremony,
a relic polished for coronations,
while new vines
creep, coil, claim,
stronger in the space we have abandoned.
Popper warned us:
tolerance without limits
is the seed of its own destruction.
And Christ told us:
a house divided
cannot stand.
This is not hatred.
It is a wake up call,
a bell in the fog,
a hand shaking the shoulder of a nation
before it falls into the sea.