Month: May 2022

I cannot pretend
I am not affected by
stuff oceans away.

 

Between the green and
the concrete, the canal threads
together this town.

From Sunday’s Lectionary, Psalm 67, “May God be gracious to us and bless us and make his face to shine upon us…” How big is the ‘us’? I’d like to think that ‘us’ is everyone. The scope of God’s ambition as seen by the Psalmist is massive … “…that your way may be known upon earth, your saving power among all nations.”

Then, “Let the peoples praise you, O God; let all the peoples praise you.
Let the nations be glad and sing for joy, for you judge the peoples with equity and guide the nations upon earth.”

Birds in the wrong places…

Here is a Canada Goose near the Brent, like the Red Kite we saw near Leighton Buzzard.

Outside it’s raining,

comfortably warm, humid,

damping the pavements. 

The sound of traffic,
muted this evening, work done;
it’s time to slow down.

The rain has come now;
softly, drearily, greyly:
but no drama yet.

 

We are only having a walk, but we do a certain amount of planning. But read next Sunday’s lectionary, and you read about Paul and his companions’ flexibility in response to God’s prompting – there may have been more planning than we realise – but the impression given by that passage in Acts is of people ready to have new, exciting adentures at a moment’s notice – to spread the Good News.

Shell of a boatwreck,
no windows, just afloat, and
a blanket inside.

No access, no seat,
no view, only memories
of a place once loved.

These insects, flying
in sun above the water:
a dancing light show.

 

Each insect makes a
striated blur, where rhythmic
wingbeats catch the sun.

The day-long rain stops:
sudden sun spreads brilliance
on the still-wet ground.

Sweet sounds of birdsong
greet the sunset – songs of the
struggle for dear life.