Posts Tagged ‘Peace’

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Be Still …

September 19, 2008

I’m reminded of God’s presence and stillness today … and peace.  It’s not of our natural world and although I don’t understand it I do know it.

I have been overwhelmed but greatly comforted by that presence in the midst of worry, exhaustion, distress and confusion while watching the broken body of a parent die as her soul is set free. I’ve welcomed it in the aftermath of broken relationships and in the building of new ones. It’s been there in the numbness when realising some people weren’t what I thought. I’ve responded to its prompting in accepting I was loved. That same presence is there as I’ve talked to patients whose physical and emotional scars were a bit too much for me and I’ve sensed the presence in the joy of people believing and hoping tomorrow will be better. In the selfless and tireless efforts of people who want to make a difference it’s there … because they are there.

I’m remembering a few people today and hope that in their seeking to find some answers they will be able to find some peace and hope too.

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the great outdoors

July 30, 2008

Monday was such a beautiful day. When we set off for camping in Keswick we were hopeful that the next day would be much the same. A good day for walking was what we wanted and I was so looking forward to returning to Cat Bells. Alas, the British weather let us down and so we packed up yesterday morning in the rain and headed for a cup of tea and a scone (resisted temptation of big fat cake!) followed by a roam around the shops. Ah the excitement of it all was almost too much! But seriously, I love Keswick, it’s one of my favourite places and even in the rain I’m never disappointed.

The only downside for me was the usual onset of insomnia around midnight, the endless trips to the toilet, someone in the next tent snoring and then to top it all a particularly bad hair day which kept getting worse!!!

Can’t wait till Saturday when we’ll be going back for more of the same! Ah the great outdoors … ye cannae beat it!

Lake Derwentwater … exquisite.

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Amnesty Signature Campaign

June 21, 2008
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the stranger in God’s house

March 31, 2008

She is a stranger in this place and immediately struck by its beauty and splendour.   The spring sunshine streams through the stained glass but she shivers. There is little heat.

The stranger sips hot chocolate as a crowd gathers. Here for the event, they recognise one another and talk amongst themselves. Some are guided to her table and she remains seated, wondering who will speak. No-one does.

She is not offended as some strangers might be but smiles as she remembers her experience in another place. She withdraws from the table. No-one notices.

Invisible in God’s house.

Her mobile rings and soon she’s engaged in conversation with a good friend.  Perfect timing.   

The event begins but she does not participate. Instead the stranger sits quietly at the back listening to the chatter and laughter, welcoming the quietness when it comes. They are at work.

She waits … then senses God’s presence beside her. Peace.

Some say they welcomed her, some say they spoke to her, some say they never saw her.

How many times do we fail to notice?

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Seamus Heaney

March 17, 2008

How can I let the week go by without mentioning Seamus Heaney.  This wonderful poet was a guest on Andrew Marr’s show on Sunday morning and read from the chorus at the end of The Cure at Troy, his version of The Philoctetes, by Sophocles.  Unfortunately I can’t find a video recording of this so the words minus Seamus will have to do. 

Human beings suffer,
They torture one another,
They get hurt and get hard.
No poem or play or song
Can fully right a wrong
Inflicted and endured.

The innocent in gaols
Beat on their bars together.
A hunger-striker’s father
Stands in the graveyard dumb.
The police widow in veils
Faints at the funeral home.

History says, don’t hope
On this side of the grave.
But then, once in a lifetime
The longed-for tidal wave
Of justice can rise up,
And hope and history rhyme.

So hope for a great sea-change
On the far side of revenge.
Believe that further shore
Is reachable from here.
Believe in miracle
And cures and healing wells.

Call miracle self-healing:
The utter, self-revealing
Double-take of feeling.
If there’s fire on the mountain
Or lightning and storm
And a god speaks from the sky

That means someone is hearing
The outcry and the birth-cry
Of new life at its term.