this amazing day…

The weather is not quite right for this beautiful hymn of gratitude by e.e. cummings, but it lets me post some more holiday pictures from one of the two sunny days of the week 🙂

i thank You God for most this amazing
day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday; this is the birth
day of life and love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any-lifted from the no
of all nothing-human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)



Some of our holiday pictures… from the one day of sunshine which we spent in St Abbs and Coldingham Bay – beautiful places which brought to mind this poem by Mary Oliver:

Every day
I see or hear
that more or less

kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle

in the haystack
of light.
It was what I was born for –
to look, to listen,

to lose myself
inside this soft world –
to instruct myself
over and over

in joy,
and acclamation.
Nor am I talking
about the exceptional,

the fearful, the dreadful,
the very extravagant –
but of the ordinary,
the common, the very drab,

the daily presentations.
Oh, good scholar,
I say to myself,
how can you help

but grow wise
with such teachings
as these –
the untrimmable light

of the world,
the ocean’s shine,
the prayers that are made
out of grass?

Faith has me…

it’s faith that has me
not the other way round

i try to shake it loose
and i don’t know whether it’s habit
or the god i can’t believe in
but somehow i am wrapped
in this story
and it won’t let me go

so today,
i wondered again
how i would survive a moment
and a place
that seem overwhelming.
and maybe it’s only the memory of faith
i heard telling me
trust the wisdom that’s here
in this moment

i will.

Some musing from Cheryl at hold this space … she wrote this when she should have been preparing something else!

I love this – and it  covers sentiments shared in a conversation I had with a friend over coffee earlier today.

I find it reassuring that faith has me and not the other way around.

There was a time in my life when I walked away from faith. I found ‘churchy’ stuff – all the requirements and expectations overwhelming – and I wanted out.

But 10 years later – like Cheryl – I found that I couldn’t quite shake it off and gradually I rediscovered faith.

And this ‘rediscovery’ was the beginning of a new journey, one which would take me into the ordained ministry

I too am wrapped in this story and it won’t let me go.

Picture is ‘hymn of praise’ by Jonny Baker on Flickr

Song of the Builders…

On a summer morning
I sat down
on a hillside
to think about God –

a worthy pastime.
Near me, I saw
a single cricket;
it was moving the grains of the hillside

this way and that way.
How great was its energy,
how humble its effort.
Let us hope

it will always be like this,
each of us going on
in our inexplicable ways
building the universe.

(Mary Oliver)

Picture is ‘bench’ by Jonny Baker on Flickr