My moments signed by God need not be appraised in the market place.
Rabindranath Tagor
Acceptance
Let not our longing slay the appetite for our living.
Jim Elliot, aged 25.
Thank you, Ynys Môn
This is a small offering from the beautiful landscape and language of Wales, and a glimpse of the true diversity of our heritage here in the British Isles. All photos were taken on the Isle of Anglesey, Ynys Môn.
He lives in our hearts
God has left sin in the world in order that there may be forgiveness: not only the secret forgiveness by which He Himself cleanses our souls, but the manifest forgiveness by which we have mercy on one another and so give expression to the fact that He is living, by His mercy, in our own hearts. Thomas Merton, No Man Is An Island
Perfection
Allegri’s setting of Psalm 51, a prayer of repentance
Agnus Dei
Agnus Dei, qui tolis peccata mundi, miserere nobis. Agnus Dei, qui tolis peccata mundi, dona nobis pacem. Lamb of God, who takes away the sins of the world, have mercy on us. Lamb of God, who takes away the sins of the world, grant us peace.
Awe
This weekend I made a circular walk from the village of East Kennet, Wiltshire, up onto the ancient wansdyke and back.
On this particular day the perfect contours of the chalk downs, the summer patchwork of textured fields and the variegated colours of crops and meadows responded to the majesty of the swirling weather. Mists descended, soft striations of distant rain marked the horizon and the sun peaked through bruised clouds like a spotlight illuminating the finest gothic cathedral.
The astonishing beauty of it all composed itself before my eyes. All I had to do was look. I couldn’t quite believe how perfect it was. In this moment I felt like I caught a scent of the Edenic creation, unfallen and in its paradisiacal state.
I love this land. The more I see it, the more it reveals of itself and of the creator.
A foraged poem
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In the land of his affliction
In the land of his affliction the wise man bows down low, glad in humble posture that the inner light will glow. As darkness smothers senses, so the heart must guide the way - the furnace howls, the errors burn the smoke of doubt holds sway. Acquiesce? No, persevere he turns within anew, takes up the cross and drinks the cup, walks like the faithful few. On route he knows the refuge is to share the gifted load - in sorrow poured out prayerfully a lighter yoke bestowed. 25th July 2021, Wiltshire, England.
Being a walking question mark 