Let your love play…

Prayer for today:

Let Your love play upon my voice and rest on my silence.
Let it pass through my heart into all my movements.
Let your love, like stars, shine in the darkness of my sleep and dawn in my awakening.
Let it burn in the flame of my desires and flow in all currents of my own love.
Let me carry Your love in my life as a harp does its music, and give it back to You at last with my life.

Rabindranath Tagore [1861-1941]

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Silent November

A thoughtful piece as always from: New Kilpatrick Church:

  
It’s too important to leave remembrance
to the definitions of others
or the memory of war
or the excuses of society

You have to leave it to the silence

Silence doesn’t let you explain
nor does it let you say sorry
nor does it let you define it all

It just leaves you with all the undefined and disorganised rawness:
the confusion and anger
the pain and loss
the unanswered questions
so that we hardly know how to respond
and says:
this can be the only real way to be genuinely moved
by the cost of every war

and while we stand in all our dignity
and respect
inside there is a chaos of images
and a tangle of questions
that makes us wonder what we do

that is only right

If we knew what it is we do
if we really knew
and if we understood why
really understood
we wouldn’t be silent every November

We wouldn’t need to

Poppies

Love this picture by George Crawford, taken on the road between West Kilbride and Ardrossan last week. 

Bright splash of colour in what has been a fairly grey and overcast summer so far on the west Coast! (It was glorious today though).

  

Swaying gently in the breeze

poppies galore blooming with ease

raising their heads up to the sky

smiling widely certainly not shy

Fragile petals warm in the sun

flames of scarlet having fun

black eyes winking in hazy sunlight

dancing merrily for your delight

So when you pass this field of fire

take the time to stop and admire

silken petals with a waxy sheen

against a background of olive green.

Teresa Reck

June in Scotland (continued…)

The stormy theme continues into the weekend, and it looks a bit like this:

  In Saltcoats. 

 
And like this in Ardrossan. (Pictures from Ardrossan & Saltcoats Herald on Facebook.)

Still moving hopefully onwards in pursuit of summer 😎

Thus Nature sorrows, and forgets her sorrow ;

    And Reason soberly approves her way :

Why should we shut oor een against to-morrow

    Because our sky was clouded yesterday ?

(J. Logie Robertson)

Home town…

Off to Edinburgh for today’s photograph – wonderful evening shot taken from Salisbury Crags above Holyrood by Tom at Weephotos

Feeling nostalgic for the  City, so many happy memories…

  
“Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night’s repose.”

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow