Readings
Blessing of our senses
May I see the world though another’s window
May I hear the voices I often care to ignore
May I smell the ever present, both the dangers and the joys
May I taste the zest of life of every heart I have met , and every one I have yet to meet
May I touch
Arrival – a meditative prayer
Please relax
We are entering states of arrival.
You are invited to imagine
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The exciting arrival of the new born
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The stepping off the plane on holiday
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The unexpected rainbow.
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That moment that friendship becomes friendship
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And yes unsettling states of arrival
The uniformed one stepping onto another nation’s land
The ever opening heart
Thank you great mystery
For relationship
Thank you planet
For touching the mystery with me
Thank you
You and you all of you
For waking in the mystery too
An ever opening heart
Every day a new start
Supreme Love inspire
This chasm this vision
Taller deeper wider
In this Great Mystery
May we always
These are the times – a meditation on truth
` Beauty is truth, truth beauty,- that is is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.`
John Keats (1820) from Ode on a Grecian Urn
Truth is unblemished and clean,
like a snowdrop piercing the hard earth,
or a slender branch or leaf,
or a curlew`s call across the dark moor.
Truth arrests
Colours of the rainbow
My bow I set in the clouds to be a sign of the covenant
between myself and the earth. (Genesis 9: 13)
Rainbows have become our symbols of hope,
our defiance of the pestilence that spreads fear,
ruin, and death around our world.
What can be the meanings of those seven colours?
The meanings we could give them
The sacredness of trees
(Christchurch Park, Ipswich)
He was the King of Trees
Keeper of the glades …
(Cat Stevens, ‘King of Trees’, 1974)
In the middle of an oak grove,
with trees of a few years old and trees of centuries,
feel the sacredness, the everlasting power
of the life around you,
and know the transitory nature of your own.
The ancient druids,
Fragrance of apples
The fragrance of apples conjures a dream
of blossom humming with bees,
singing with the voices of chaffinches in its midst;
of young apples forming, growing, ripening
from green to shades of russet and of red.
And then the harvest:
apples to eat as they are,
to cook in pies and crumbles;
apples to quench our
Sorry from A-Z
With thanks to Gary Kowalski
We mourn for the Earth and its lost creatures,
and we are sorry from A to Z –
for Atlas Bears, Arabian Ostriches, and Ascension Island Rails;
for Big-eared Hopping Mice, Bush Wrens, and Broad-faced Potoroos;
for Caribbean Monk Seals, Chatham Island Penguins, Cuban Red Macaws,
and Carolina Parakeets;
for Dodos,