Firstly let me say he was a man. He wrote hymns, poems, and several prose books as well. I quite like the book, Rock of Doubt. Anyway here is a sample. Box of Matches Sydney Carter My box of matches can amaze the night: the darkness cannot comprehend the light. Blackness, oblivion and death require no explanation but this stab of fire Strikes at the root of probability. That light, or anything, could ever be Is most improbable; but here I stand holding a box of matches in my hand. And all my faith and all my logic spring from this first, sudden and unlikely thing.