Year turns end on end
Promise lies waiting
As I walk
With hushed expectancy
Pondering the dawn
Of the new year
The autumn sun emerges from behind the clouds
Sending shafts of sunlight to play in the garden
While the dry patch lasts
I head into the garden
To harvest the last of the tatties
They emerge from the ground
Precious jewels of the earth
Tumbled into the bucket
Admiring God’s work
And in a tree
A blackbird starts to sing.
NB : For those who aren’t used to English slang – ‘tatties’ are another word for potatoes.
And before I stop to pause
The summer has been and gone
I stroll along the river bank
Wild grasses dance in the breeze as I pass
Bleached white by the sun and the wind
Leaves rustle overhead
Edges painted the first fiery tint of autumn
And the river rushes by
Heading at full pace into the future
Different place, different time… I’ve been in my new post for 3 months now, and am slowly adjusting to the place, the people, and being back in full-time ministry. To the nitty-gritty of church life, where there are the usual challenges. Too few people doing too much, some wanting change, others wanting things to remain the same. Financial issues. Building problems. But where there are the usual joys, of praying, loving people. Of being in a community of faith which is striving to seek the will of God.
The mountains are higher up here, snow dusted even at this time of years. The nearby loch is still surrounded by wind-bleached grass. Deer come down into the glen to graze on the spring growth. A time of new beginnings, of exploration, of adventure.
Brush the mind
Full of hope
The world holds its breath
Until the creator is birthed
Not to cheering crowds and waiting press
Not in explosions of light and sound
But in the night
The darkness hours
Are lit by light eternal
For a child has been born for us, a son given to us; authority rests upon his shoulders; and he is named Wonderful Counsellor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. Isaiah 9:6
A blessed and happy Christmas to you all.