The poem is a plank laid over the lion's den.

- James K. Baxter

But loss is a precious stone to me, a nectar Distilled in time, preaching the truth of winter To the fallen heart that does not cease to fall.

- James K. Baxter

The crisis of the church is not at its deepest level a crisis of authority, or a crisis of dogmatic theology. It is a crisis of powerlessness in whic…

- James K. Baxter