The Reluctant Ordained

January 1st

The first of 366 photo’s.

The first represents the mild (so far) winter and hope for the spring and coming year in this budding fruit bush cutting.

Why wait we for the apple’s sad falling broke with the inevitability of gravity as tender to the tree she goes and comes again next autumn. The fruit is bitter on the tongue of one who does not watch the silent ebb and flow of life midst the bark and heart of wood. Sad then as pruning takes its toll on ever skyward branching relieving both tree and companion of burdens to the horizon. And yet what life is come anothers fruit we gladly share aye and thee without the gaze of infinite wisdom from within. It is the...

On his departing

His going shall not dull the sound of stories made tall for all and the longing lilt of voice makes plain the love begotten and given. Though far-fetched and distant strange worlds came closer in those tones and imaginations ease flowed freely with the tongue which never died. Across some counter gavest he of victuals to those famished souls but gave they back in strange settlement a food of words anew. Once open a door such as this could not be closed on a life loved and lived with generosities of pure desire to see ones kindred welcomed fed....

August

Well balmy August days are here again, what better way to vent ones frustration at the world than with a quick riot… Just ended up as an excuse to fuel the greed, rather than a true expression of anger against the authorities. Such empty lives into which consumerist values and societal pressures have poured resulting in feelings of inadequacy and resentment at those who have more than others. It’s Moloch all over again! And we feed the fiery stone god without even recognising his presence.

Apologies for being so last week! based on Matt. ch.13 So I asked, rather foolishly, what happened at 4.30am. Blank looks. And it happens every morning, but perhaps not always that early. … ‘sunrise?’ … Yes! And what will happen tonight at about 10pm? … ‘sunset?’ (they’re catching on!) Is that right says I? (they nod) Are you sure? (they nod, but one does not) No! tis the other way round! It is, says I, thanks be to God for Galileo, Copernicus and the like. The poor old Catholic church took until 1990 to say it really didn’t handle...

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