Saturday, 31 July 2010
Saturday, 24 July 2010
The smoke billowing around as the candles were snuffed out in chapel made me think of Psalm 141
O Lord, I call to you; come quickly to me.
Hear my voice when I call to you.
May my prayer be set before you like incense;
may the lifting up of my hands be like the evening sacrifice.
I felt I really ought to finish my Sabbatical postings with a reflection, hence the picture of the candle reflected in the chalice.
Wednesday, 21 July 2010
The Bright Field
I have seen the sun break through
to illuminate a small field
for a while, and gone my way
and forgotten it. But that was the pearl
of great price, the one field that had
treasure in it. I realize now
that I must give all that I have
to possess it. Life is not hurrying
on to a receding future, nor hankering after
an imagined past. It is the turning
aside like Moses to the miracle
of the lit bush, to a brightness
that seemed as transitory as your youth
once, but is the eternity that awaits you.
R. S. Thomas
I found an apple
A red and shining apple
I took its photograph
I hid the apple in the attic
I opened the skylight
and the sun said Ah!
At night I checked that it was safe,
under the giggling stars,
and the sly moon. My cool apple.
Whatever you are calling about,
I am not interested.
Go away. You with the big teeth.
Carol Ann Duffy
Saturday, 17 July 2010
When the band "The Proclaimers" first began I wasn't particularly fond of their music but over the years they have grown on me, I really enjoyed seeing them playing live at Greenbelt a few years ago. I was given one of their CDs at Christmas and have been listening to it quite a lot in the car and have been impressed by many of the lyrics.
One of my favourite tracks is "Let's get married" a song which gives lots of good advice about marriage and picks up on the idea of compromise. Having grown up in a family of dog lovers I wondered how I would cope as Richard's family had always had cats. We've taken the advice in "Lets Get Married" you can get a cat as long as it barks...
"Hungry for the Bread of Life" Paten
I loved this silver paten when I saw it. It is inspired by the words of St John's Gospel, "I am the bread of life. He who comes to me will never be hungry." The figures were added to a plain paten. I found the shadows created very intriguing. The shadows in the photo aren't as sharp as I'd like but it's not that easy with a compact camera with autofocus through a glass cabinet (always blame the tools!) Perhaps I'll just have to find time to go back another day.
This beautiful glass font by Colin Reid is the prize for an awards scheme for an Artwork in Ecclesiastical Space that the
The design of the font recalls the Greek word for fish ichthus, whose letters represent the words for Jesus Christ, Son of God, Saviour. This fish symbol was used by early Christians to communicate their baptismal faith.
Wednesday, 14 July 2010
Tuesday, 13 July 2010
Like a painting it is set before one,
But less brittle, ageless; these colours
Are renewed daily with variations
Of light and distance that no painter
Achieves or suggests. Then there is movement,
Change, as slowly the cloud bruises
Are healed by sunlight, or snow caps
A black mood; but gold at evening
To cheer the heart. All through history
The great brush has not rested,
Nor the paint dried; yet what eye,
Looking coolly, or, as we now,
Through the tears' lenses, ever saw
This work and it was not finished?
R. S. Thomas
Bird or Beast?
Did any bird come flying
After Adam and Eve,
When the door was shut against them
And they sat down to grieve?
I think not Eve's peacock
Splendid to see,
And I think not Adam's eagle;
But a dove may be.
Did any beast come pushing
Through the thorny hedge
Into the thorny thistly world,
Out from Eden's edge?
I think not a lion,
Though his strength is such;
But an innocent loving lamb
May have done as much.
If the dove preached from her bough
and the lamb from his sod,
The lamb and dove
Were preachers sent from God.
This bronze statue is on one of the forecourts outside Liverpool Street Station, Hope Square. It is by Frank Meisler. It commemorates "Kindertransport" and the ten thousand children who were rescued from Nazi Germany and Austria to Britain between 1938 and the outbreak of World War II in 1939 and transported to Liverpool Street Station.
Commuting through Liverpool Street each day I was aware of the mad rushing around of individuals. The only time people seemed to stand and stare was at the arrivals and departures board.
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep and cows:
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
William Henry Davies
Tuesday, 6 July 2010
Monday, 5 July 2010
Sunday, 4 July 2010
That rambles in the Road alone,
And doesn't care about Careers
And Exigencies never fears –
Whose Coat of elemental Brown
A passing Universe put on,
And independent as the Sun
Associates or glows alone,
Fulfilling absolute Decree
In casual simplicity
Saturday, 3 July 2010
I took this photo beside the WATCH stand in the refreshment and stalls marquee when Bishop Laurie was taking the Archbishop on a whistle stop tour. I think cropping the photo shows how important the backdrop can be!
Hope this bodes well for the debate at General Synod next weekend.
Friday, 2 July 2010
The difference between you and her
(whom I to you did once prefer)
Is clear enough to settle:
She like a diamond shone, but you
Shine like an early drop of dew
Poised on a red rose petal.
The dew-drop carries in its eye
Mountain and forest, sea and sky,
With every change of weather;
Contrariwise, a diamond splits
The prospect into idle bits
That none can piece together.