Memories (4)

Today’s photo is a lovely shot of  the former Barony St John’s Church building, taken from Ardrossan’s South Beach. From this angle you can see the Isle of Arran just creeping into the background. For reasons of safety (and with much sadness) the congregation vacated the building in November 2011. It was recently sold to a Charity, so it may eventually come back into community use.  (Photo is by Peter Ribbeck/)

This poem called “Please close this door quietly” was written for the National Churches Trust by Rowan Williams

The slow, loud door: pushing against

a mound of dust, dust floating
heavily in a still room; step
slowly,

Stones can deceive. The ground looks
firm, but the dust makes you blink
and feel for purchase. This is
marshland,

Difficult light to sting eyes, terrain
whose spring and tangle hides deep
gaps, cold pools, old workings;
careful.

Too much left here of unseen lumber
dropped, knowingly or not, behind
the door to trip you while you rub
awkwardly

At naked eyes, opened on thick,
still, damp, scented air, imprinted
used and recycled, not clearing up,
catching:

The weather of memory. Underfoot
lost tracks wind round an ankle
and abandoned diggings, wells, mines,
foundations,

Wait for your foot to find them,
drop you into the unexpected chill,
the snatched breath and swift
seeing,

The bird’s flap at the edge
of your eye’s world: things left
but alive; a space shared; a stone
yielding.

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Advent… he will come!

He will come like last leaf’s fall.
One night when the November wind
has flayed the trees to bone, and earth
wakes choking on the mould,
the soft shroud’s folding.

He will come like frost.
One morning when the shrinking earth
opens on mist, to find itself
arrested in the net
of alien, sword-set beauty.

He will come like dark.
One evening when the bursting red
December sun draws up the sheet
and penny-masks its eye to yield
the star-snowed fields of sky.

He will come, will come,
will come like crying in the night,
like blood, like breaking,
as the earth writhes to toss him free.
He will come like child.

(Rowan Williams)

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Picture is ‘Gunnersbury Frost’ by Jonny Baker on Flickr