Nov 2, 2022

Alive


 When I see nature

Crescent moon, starfields

Corn waving in the breeze

Golden Autumn coulers,yellow,red leaves, when feel chill factor.

Later Hear sea crashing across peddles as weak sun rises in morning.

Walk along sun kissed shadowy promenade.

Watch dozens of birds ..yellow hammer, goldcrest, pipin, magpies, starlings, Merlin, Egret s, Buzzerd.

Aware bark from branches, strewn across harvested field.

I recognise handwork plus artwork of force much larger then me.

So this l know, My creator lives.

My theology, sense of God is alive.

My heart sings in worship

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Messy spirituality part 58.

You take seriously, Lord, the mess we make of the world. Nicky Gumbel A river cuts through rock not because of its power but because of its ...

MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN

. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"