Through her eyes a welcome glimpse
of that pristine garden long past.
A vision, a signal of purity -
all is not lost.
We open together in contour,
shade, curve and light.
Rising in boundless movement,
at rest in perfect stillness.
Where words are small,
she becomes vast,
holding and quietly healing.
The ancient ground and I await,
a moment joined in longing.
Wiltshire, England, September 2022.
His Pilgrimage
"Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage; And thus I'll take my pilgrimage."
Excerpt from Sir Walter Raleigh's 'His Pilgrimage' to mark the unfolding of decade number five on the ever narrowing path of NS. With love and gratitude.
Who reigns over you?
For the Lord is great and greatly to be praised; He is to be feared above all gods. For all the gods of the peoples are idols, But the Lord made the heavens. Honour and majesty are before Him; Strength and beauty are in His sanctuary. Psalm 96:4-6
Don’t forget when shadows gather
These things shall pass and some great morning We'll look back and smile at heartaches we have known So don't forget when shadows gather The Lord our God is still the King upon his throne. A rose looks grey at midnight but the flame is just asleep And steel is strong because it knew the hammer and white heat These things shall pass and life be sweeter When love and faith are strong they cannot long endure. These things shall pass so don't you worry The darkest time is just one hour before dawn So hold up high and face your troubles And don't despair if you must face them all alone. A rose looks grey at midnight but the flame is just asleep And steel is strong because it knew the hammer and white heat These things shall pass and life be sweeter When love and faith are strong they cannot long endure. Lyrics by Stuart Hamblen
Being a walking question mark 