A poem full of washing images seems utterly appropriate at this time of pandemic when I am so aware that where some are bored, others are paralysed by anxiety; when some are taking opportunities to get to grips with new technologies, others are pressured to the point of seeming breaking by the demands of beingContinue reading “Psalms for Passiontide: Passion Sunday: Psalm 51.1-13”
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advent apertures 2019: day 23
Light and darkness, night and day. We marvel at the mystery of the stars. Moon and sky, sand and sea. We marvel at the mystery of the sun. Twilight, high noon, dusk and dawn. Though we are mortal, we are Creation’s crown. Flesh and bone, steel and stone. We dwell in fragile, temporary shelters. GrantContinue reading “advent apertures 2019: day 23”
feeling vulnerable: Blue Christmas 2019
The following was written for the Godspace blog, as part of their Advent series on ‘Who is this child?’ visual journalling page from Kate Kennington Steer I was unable to have children of my own, so holding my nephews, niece and friends’ children over the years has been such a precious bittersweet joy. AsContinue reading “feeling vulnerable: Blue Christmas 2019”
advent apertures 2019 day 9
… with our faces so close to the love mirror, we must not breathe, but rather change to a cleared place where a building was and feel the treasure hiding in us … from ‘A story they know’ Rumi (translated by Coleman Barks) How would I feel if on this everyday Monday morning anContinue reading “advent apertures 2019 day 9”
advent apertures 2019: day 7
Mercy, there have been revelations. Grace, there has been realisation. Still, you must travel the path of time and circumstance. The further you go, the more it comes back to paying attention. The rough skin of the tallowwood, the trade routes of the lorikeets, a sky lifting behind afternoon clouds. Staying close to theContinue reading “advent apertures 2019: day 7”
advent apertures 2019: day 5
Between waves, under the moon’s light, after the passing of your smile into memory when the last silence falls and your voice is no longer heard over the shadows of the earth, when even the rain has stopped and my memory and my words and my arms and my hands that held you have fallenContinue reading “advent apertures 2019: day 5”
image into ikon 