This reading first appeared in The Inquirer, Issue 8054, March 2023
I am the Lord, and there is none else. I form the light, and create darkness: I make peace, and create evil: I the Lord do all these
things. (Isaiah 45: 6-7)
I am all-powerful Time which destroys all things. (Bhagavad Gita 11: 32)
Having gathered in this Oasis of Peace: having come from many places and with many differing thoughts: we pause in the quiet to reflect on our lives, and to offer to that which we find most holy our worship and our prayers – our hopes and our dreams – our confessions – our thanks for the blessings we have received.
Her good God
The fragile cloth of her life
Torn and tattered
The tender flesh of her soul
Ripped and bleeding.
And the voice of the abandoned God
Dropping still dews of quietness*
Into her fevered mind,
In the arms
Grandfather God, who trails beards of moss over the rocks and the trees, and decks the bushes in autumn with hairy seed cases – You are not an authority figure but a playmate.
We come to your house on holy days to play hide-and-seek, sing lustily, and have tea and cakes. Your wisdom is of
This originally appeared as the ‘Inquiring Words’ in The Inquirer, Issue 8049
May God’s home be in the arms
of the homeless and the refugee,
may God’s ceremony be justice,
may God’s tribute be surrender.
May God’s righteousness be the poor, confirmed,
and may God’s river be the very stream
where she is taking
God of our inmost selves
and of the stars from which we came;
who is both the core of our being
and the transcendent mystery;
of whom there is no need of proof,
because we are here to ask the question;
to whom all true religion points, but whom no religion can ever truly comprehend;
who is the truth
‘…whereby are given unto us exceeding great and precious promises: that by these ye might be partakers of the divine nature.’
(II Peter 1: 4)
We are products and partakers of the Divine,
whether we like it or not,
as are all things that live, all things that exist.
With our minds we explore the mystery that