There is something about climbing mountains which connects with my faith. It seems that God’s presence is made known on mountains to Moses, Elijah, Abraham, Isaac and many more. Being at the edge of the elements and the near limit of your strength makes me want to praise God.
Do you ever feel a hole in your life or a gap within
An ever-growing darkness like a never-ending sin
No amount of money or food will satisfy your soul
Like a wound that never closes, or you never feel quite whole
In the image, a caver stands at the exit to a cave with much water flowing fast within. I have written on many occasions about the times I was underground … Continue reading Journey through the waters
I’ve spent a few days gathering fallen branches, with the help of my son we gathered the larger ones up and managed to carry them up the steep hill to the house.
An rusty gate hangs barring the way through a fresh corn field
to the city of light an route to the tree of life,
God is my rock. When the world rejects me, or rejects you, once again you should turn to God and He is there in the silence, He is listening and … Continue reading A few seeds planted, now time to move on.
Down to the woods and over the stream, splashing through mud and startling beams, careful there’s frogs and foxes lie still, heading for ponds and holes in the hill. As … Continue reading Run to the cross 18
Some days the rain is relentless in Britain, it’s a wonder we don’t all live in boats. But despite the rain and wind and cold, I managed to get out … Continue reading Run to the cross 13
Out of the door and down the lane. I can see, as this is the first run I have done in the light. Paths are no longer small pockets ahead … Continue reading Run to the cross 11
Out into the biting cold, muscles aching, fumes choking, and not quite sure which direction to go. I catch my thoughts ‘why am I doing this?’ Then after a while … Continue reading Run to the cross 10