An interlude
Withered
Leaves fall into dark soil like heavenly desires unfulfilled. Bare branches reach for the softening light, exposed in austere form. Bruised gatherings of clouds press in as the autumnal release yields. Every withered blossom accepts its place.
Be doers of the word
Be doers of the word, and not hearers only, deceiving yourselves. For if anyone is a hearer of the word and not a doer, he is like a man observing his natural face in a mirror; for he observes himself, goes away, and immediately forgets what kind of man he was. But he who looks into the perfect law of liberty and continues in it, and is not a forgetful hearer but a doer of the work, this one will be blessed in what he does.
James 1:22-25
Strangers and pilgrims
Remain as a stranger and pilgrim on this earth. Do not be concerned with the things of this world. Keep your heart free and lift yourself up to God, for here you have no lasting city. Direct your prayer and longings to heaven every day, so that at your death your soul may be free to pass joyfully into the presence of God.
The Imitation of Christ by Thomas à Kempis
Extinction
Today I find no comfort, no solace, no rest. My hatred burns at chosen ignorance. My heart is heavy with disavowal. I detest the emptiness of human enterprise, which has made the world an abode of futile filth. For this I wish no peace, no mercy, no continuation. The lake of fire is a kindness - God is more generous than I. A cursing psalm from England, 10th October 2020.
Being a walking question mark 