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Prayer Mash-up

"A Walk in the Woods"
“A Walk in the Woods” Collage Book 2013 DS

We say goodbye to winter with a mash-up of different art forms on prayer. After all that is what we are essentially all about.

“They should seek the Lord, if haply they might feel after him, and find him, though he be not far from every one of us:
28 For in him we live, and move, and have our being; as certain also of your own poets have said, for we are also his offspring.”
(Acts 17: 27, 28)

Morning Has Broken
Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the world

Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God’s recreation of the new day

Eleonor Farjeon 1931

THE PRAYER by Josh Gronan and Celine Dion Live in Concert

Stewardship

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“Mountain Sunset” DS 2014

The word ‘stewardship’ comes from the beginning of time. Adam and Eve were meant to steward the garden, in fact to multiply and care for the whole earth. In Marilyn Chandler McEntyre’s heavy little book “Caring for Words in a Culture of Lies” (2009), a different stewardship is called forth.
Words need the cherishing of careful use: humans have a “hunger for words that satisfy… not just words that do the job… but words that give pleasure akin to the pleasures of music. Her call: “Mere lists of nouns can be poetry” have brought forth my own noun poem.

Sun-brightened trees and mountains
A lamp, dark, awaits sunset
Computer silent, inviting
And a collage book – eggshell paint,
Pink, green, Greek fish, Mackintosh font
Shape the view from where I sit.

In McEntyre’s own writing: “We care for words when we use them thankfully, recognizing in each kind a special gift born in the mother tongue, bestowed at birth as a legacy from the one who was, in the beginning with God, who was God.”

No One is an Island

 

‘No Man is an Island’

No man is an island entire of itself;

Every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main;

If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less,

As well as if a promontory were,

As well as any manner of thy friends or of thine own were;

Any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind.

And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

 

Year 1624 MEDITATION XVII Devotions upon Emergent Occasions John Donne (1572-1631)

The language is outdated but the sentiment remains.  We are affected by those around us – for good or for ill.  We influence our circle whether worldwide or village narrow. In this as in everything who we are and what we do as a person matters.

Yet as in our solitude we create, in our community we recreate each using our gifts.  We do not really operate alone.  Like these workshops in contemplation and creativity others are generously involved:

–       mentors, friends and participants

–       pray-ers, encouragers and supporters

–       those that introduce and recommend

–       administrative support, advertising, hiring

–       those that provide space, clean up, coffee

–       those who have trained and graded and 

–       those who take a chance

–       suppliers of glue sticks and scissors

–       laughers and criers

–       those who affirm the calling and ignore weaknesses

–       those who long for rest, for creativity, for connection with God

thank you

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