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]
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
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
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
we wouldn’t be silent every November
We wouldn’t need to
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.
Another great picture of Ailsa Craig by Brian Johnstone. Loving his pictures.
“Finding Seashells” (Author Unknown)
Come walk with me
Along the sea
Where dusk sits on the land
And search with me
For shells are free,
And treasures hide in sand.
My eldest daughter has moved back home, bringing with her chaos and clutter and boxes!
Please note that the Mother’s Day orchid is (amazingly) still alive.
The stormy theme continues into the weekend, and it looks a bit like this:
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)
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