Out across the woods to join the guild wheel, a dark but wonderful path to follow at night with animals jumping out when my head torch highlighted the bushes. I … Continue reading Run to the cross 17
“Sunday comes” Sunday comes, the troops march in, they sit in the same old places They go through the motions all are pleasant but fewer of the same old faces. … Continue reading Beyond Sunday
The pampas grass has been in previous years rather broken and disappointing when the high winds have come they all snap. But this year they seem to be growing well … Continue reading Day 275 Wait for the Lord; Be strong, and let your heart take courage; Yes, wait for the Lord.
The fence goes off into the distance and seems to go on and on. Is the path never ending. Psalm 22 My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me? … Continue reading Day 141 My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?
Within a field there stands a tree, surrounded by a fence so tall. A sign reads private bars the way, As people say “don’t look at all” But I say … Continue reading Day 116 TO THE UNKNOWN GOD
A tree has been cut down and all that is left is a shell. Old and life grows out of the old but the grand tree that once stood is … Continue reading Day 114 What is in your hand
I woke up this morning reading Nehemiah 4. Later when out for a walk at Moss bank park in Bolton, I saw the stone in the picture. It was obviously … Continue reading Day 73 will they revive the stones
The glowing grass (sand grass) is nestled between the two sand dunes, it is almost unseen by the person walking by. But it’s preciousness is assured. Fences have been erected … Continue reading Day 69 Let the little children come to me
Very often I am inside a building and I don’t realise what wonders are appearing in the sky. Another sunset, in Accrington with the tops of the houses. Took as … Continue reading Day 65 If you have faith…
Some morning I hope I can get to work, just in one piece, calm and alive. Cars and trucks battling for space on the motorway distract our thoughts. Wouldn’t it … Continue reading Day 62 For who of us hopes for something we see?