"He showed me something small, no bigger than a hazelnut,...
I thought: What can this be? I was amazed that it could last,...I thought because of its littleness, it would suddenly have fallen into nothing. ,...
It lasts and always will, because God loves it; and thus everything has being through the love of God."
Julian of Norwich
Tuesday, 2 September 2014
Keys in The Darkness
After a cruelly wet spring, nature has surpassed itself with a harvest early,
Among the leaves of this dark leafed tree, (is it a maple?)
the seeds, known as "keys", hang in heavy bunches.
Glory, glory, glory.
Hidden in the darkness the seeds of new life.
Promise that an empty darkness is not,
cannot, be the end.
Photo:- Hazel Price
Who could conceive a key,
would lie in penetrating the very heart of agony,
picking the lock,
breaking the bar,
to open into vast and healing light.
Resurrection light, born of bitter seed borne up,
on wings of the Spirit's breath
beyond that piercing,
into freedom's eternity.
Hope's harvest soaring wide,
, and full of glory.
"Surely our griefs He himself bore, and our sorrows he carried."
To read the whole of Isiah 53, from which these words are taken