Here I fly and so do you;
Where the ash holds the key
And hawthorn red berries dot the path.
Dappled light strikes stray leaves,
Dry sticks break under each footfall:
Here I fly and so do you.
In the circle of contemplation,
The ring of reflection, I crouch
As the small ones dance before my eyes.
A wing beats, a throat swells,
A brush waves along a branch:
Here I fly and so do you.

In our life and our believing

The love of God

JAL 28.09.2018

It’s my daughter’s 25th birthday today. 

From the microscopic to the philanthropic;
From the ovum, small, to the amazon, tall;
From dividing cell to a stunning belle;
From a tiny fetus to one who can teach us;
After nine months gestation to a real sensation;
From a babe in arms to a singer of psalms;
From a roller, a crawler, a walker and a talker
For two decades and a half, I could cry and laugh;
At the quarter of a century since you made your entry;
From a small seed sown to a woman grown!

JAL 26.09.2018

God is shepherding me,
Watching me in the landscape,
Meeting my needs,
Anticipating my moves.
Here is abundant pasture:
This is where God takes me
To enjoy a generous peace
And I am restored.
There are deathly places,
Spaces where life sucks,
But I am not afraid to frequent them,
Even if I’d rather not.
God is with me: holding out
The essential tools of shepherding.
Whatever I need to thrive,
God comforts me,
Setting a table to nourish and entertain me,
So that even my enemies
Are taken by surprise.
Surely Gods goodness will continue
To flow all around me,
And this homecoming will go on and on
Forever.

In our life and our believing
The love of God

JAL 10.09.2018