Lying in a tent,
dozing, hearing trains passing,
connecting the land.
Far sounds, day and night,
people, food, landfill, ballast,
borne on the steel rails.
Change
“I’m going fishing”,
as if nothing happened – but
everything’s changed.
Cold winds
The grey-on-grey sky,
the cold like winter again;
normal for the spring.
Metanoia
Sunday’s Lectionary starts with the conversion of Saul/Paul. The one who breathed fire and brimstone against Jesus now loves him with that same passion.
Same, but utterly different – we come to God as we are, and God can redirect the actual us to live different lives.
A tent
Anchored to the earth,
a tent, place of refuge, full
of sounds of the world.
Once seen from a train,
the toilet factory is
here, solid, vital.
Colours of fashion,
avocado settling ponds,
flashed past the window.
Dawn
6am. I stand
in dewy fields, watching trains
between far cities.
Gambling
Random photos from a walk
Canal walk
Excellent canal walk yesterday with my brother on his home patch. Great to catch up and good scenery too.
Low Sunday
Low Sunday tomorrow. This is where faith counts – when it’s not all bells and flowers, but a little bit anticlimactic.