Wednesday, 31 October 2012

He Will Respond!

"Oh, that we might know the Lord! Let us press on to know him! Then he will respond to us as surly as the arrival of dawn or the coming of rains in early spring." 

- Hosea 6:3

Monday, 22 October 2012

All Nature Laughed

"A light wind swept over the corn, and all nature laughed in the sunshine."

- Anne Bronte

Thursday, 4 October 2012

The Monstrosities of Man

God is in His creation.

He is in the Grass and the River,
The Sky and the Star, 
The Wind and the Snow, 
The Sunshine and the Robin, 
The Horse and the Chestnut Tree.

He is in You and He is in Me.

God's hands have made the Soil upon which you tread,
He has designed the clouds and sculptured the Rocks,
He has painted the Rainbow and drawn the Butterfly's Wings,
With His breath, He has breathed into the Badgers and the Deer and they live and then they die,
But with His Heart He made You and I.

He is alive There, where all Creation looks to Him.
Where Morning and Evening wait for His gentle command.
And There I used to go, 
And There I used to find Him, 
There amongst all Things that were purposed.

Now I cannot go, 
I cannot live There any longer, 
I cannot breathe There any more.

Now I can only seldom visit. 
And here, I am alone.

You tell me He is still There, He is with me, Everywhere.

And then I whisper my reply with the hanging of my Head,

 'There, I dwelt over the Creation of God, Here I endure under the Monstrosities of Man.

- Joanna Grace

Wednesday, 3 October 2012

Wonderful October Afternoons

“Thus, during this October month of wonderful afternoons they roved along the meads by creeping paths, which followed the brinks of trickling tributary brooks, hopping across by little wooden bridges to the other side and back again. They were never out of the sound of some purling weir, whose buzz accompanied their own murmuring, while the beams of the sun, almost as horizontal as the mead itself, formed a pollen of radiance over the landscape. They saw tiny blue frogs in the shadow of the trees and hedges, all the time that there was bright sunshine elsewhere. The sun was so near the ground, and the sward so flat, that the shadows of Clare and Tess would stretch a quarter of a mile ahead of them, like two  long fingers pointing afar to where green alluvial reaches abutted against the sloping sides of the vale.” 

– Thomas Hardy (Tess of the D'urbervilles)