Friday, 27 July 2012
From whom no secrets are hid
The priest says “Almighty God….from whom no secrets are hid.”
We rush to the next phrase but now linger there.
We are a rich conundrum of secrets,
We weave a pattern of lies in order to be well thought of,
We engage in subterfuge about our truth.
We carry old secrets too painful to utter, too shameful to acknowledge, too burdensome to bear,
Of failures we cannot undo, of alienations we regret but cannot fix.
And you know them . You know them all
And so we take a deep sigh in your presence, no longer needing to pretend and cover up and deny.
We mostly do not have big sins to confess, only modest shames that do not fit our hoped-for selves.
And then we find that your knowing is more powerful than our secrets.
You know and do not turn away, and our secrets that seemed too powerful are emptied of strength, secrets that seemed too burdensome are now less severe.
We marvel that when you find us out you stay with us, taking us seriously, taking our secrets soberly, but not ultimately, overpowering our little failure with your massive love and abiding patience. (Walter Brueggemann)
Wednesday, 25 July 2012
Sunday, 22 July 2012
God bless days off
God bless days off
With no one to call back but
Oyster catchers and herring gulls
Nothing to pick up but messages left in the landscape
(how sometimes life is like a thousand shades you could never begin to describe. And sometimes life is simply blue sky, green grass and white waves)
No one to get in touch with but myself again
No deliveries to pick up but what the waves leave at my feet- (periwinkles, cowry shells, pieces of coloured glass like precious stones, willow-pattern china)
No details to get lost in but the business of a rock pool
Nothing to follow up but the path of a shore crab
Nothing to file but ideas for poems
Nothing to note but the taste and texture and salty, sharp smell of the day
God bless days off and time to retreat into
Time to discover new energy to take back into work
To serve God more fully