On returning

On returning

an ancient door

spills light onto the space

within. Quietness envelops

those who tread here. It is a step

back to where no troubles have

occurred. No death only transition.

Mismatched glass seems strangely

unbroken in an alcove eastward window

atop hangs a sacred heart for the love which

moves us beyond our self within and without.


Cycling slowly along the Taff, river bubbling happily along in no hurry, just like me today.
It’s half term, kids out of school, you might think there would be a riot at home, but no, not too bad!
Two hours of blissful Christology, and off to the library for a little light reading on myth story and reality.
Back home, gentle stroll with the kids in the park, what other profession can give such simple pleasures in life?
Of course, back to earth with a bump this evening, nothing lasts forever, except perhaps God, and even that is under question!