I don’t suppose you have to be particularly ‘religious’ to have heard of the hymn How great Thou Art. A song where the writer pours out the feeling of their heart and soul at the awesomeness of creation and anyone who sings it is caught up in that sense of wonder.
I was pondering the way the ancients did something similar in songs we know as psalms. They talked of creation in terms of water separated into that above the sky and that below the earth. Not a notion that exactly fits with the science of our day yet a powerful image and one that can be adapted, perhaps?
Lord God of creation
You, my God, sustain me
Sustain my life, all life.
You pluck energy, matter
And leave black holes.
The ancients talked of separating
The waters above the firmament
From those below.
And water, to them, meant chaos.
They knew you brought order from chaos
And order means existence and life.
The science of my generation
But the principle is the same.
Matter and anti-matter
Would fuse and cease to exist
If it weren’t for your sustaining power.
Just eight posts in 2016
Not the way to influence the world!
Do I aim to?
Now there’s a question
Reminds of a story someone once told me
– I’ve a feeling they might have got it from Jonathan Sacks originally
There was as man who set out to change the world
When he realised he couldn’t,
he thought he’d settle for changing his county
When that proved too much
he decided to focus on his town
That too, was beyond him
But surely he could change his family
Eventually, he realised
The only person he could change
A story of defeat? Or of realisation?
If everyone set out to be the best person they could possibly be
and devoted all their effort to the task
together, we would make the world a better place.
Six hours into the longest
darkest night of the year,
more hours from
the reluctant dawn,
John turned his face to the wall
and breathed his last.
It’s three years this evening
since Dad died.
But I shall not spend the day
There’s a group of children
I shall visit
Taking Gabriel, Mary, Joseph,
and a donkey
To tell the story of new life
I set up a separate blog for posting my
family tree about three years ago but haven’t had
time lately to do anything with it.
You may have noticed I’ve not done all that much
with this one either!
But this morning I woke up thinking about this
picture that Mum embroidered for me back in 1990.
I wanted to post it on the Family tree blog but can’t fathom how to make it work! Talk about out of practice!
I did finally work it out – can be seen here.
The night is dark
All are asleep
Alone I face them
The demons, the gremlins
Who are these faceless creatures
Of the dark?
They tell me
I will die
That something bad
In my blood
Will get to me
Before my labours
Can bear fruit.
But there is another
Where darkness is soft
Where I step out boldly
For I am loved.
Is the hidden
Side of light
The womb of the dawn
Harbinger of hope
Assurance of eternity.