Random thoughts on the journey
Parched and dry,left to die.Life finds a path, watered, baptised.After Orleans, Courage mon brave! Heal the earth, cleanse the air.Come Holy SpiritTake the pain, salve the griefand make us new again. Breathe life! Life matters! Pentecost 2020
“Lord, let our spirits be broken instead of windows.Instead of burning buildings, let our hearts be consumed by the fire of your love!” ~ Paul Russell
Furrows chiselled by winds and the ages a lifetime of love and travail. Bright eyes tell many tales Deep and young as today Ruddy, sunken cheeks in contrast fail. Waning, winding slowly down sparkles of the fire of youth still shine memories, tales of yore, of love and the songs of childhood. Don't let go; … Continue reading For the old man
The blossoms cascade at the slightest breeze. Let them fall. Seeds that fly and swirl and dance, a dandelion sheds its fruits. Let them fall. And autumn's leaves in auburn tones. They fall. All bring new life for the falling.
You want it all, you call my name. I fear I'll never be the same. You confront me in her pain; It is there that I see your face. You call me to a deep embrace, with the leper deep within.
Some to reap where others sowed both by grace inspired. For those who see the kingdom come many are they that conspired. Never to know the heroes call. No adulation, no podium. But workers for the kingdom all and the crown of glory waits. For those who sew the seed by grace through your eyes … Continue reading The Harvest
Waiting. McMuffin breakfast and coffee. Music playing: doesn't make the coffee taste any better. U2. Consoling, familiar: "In the Name of Love." Imago Dei - the crucified. Love's true name. Tears. Fighting back the sobbing. Why? For my pain? For hers, for my friends? It's all in a weave. Drawn to Him as he hangs. … Continue reading Waiting…
Damaclesian steel. Violent in movement, back and fro. Set to create chaos as it swings To watch, helpless, havoc wreaked. The delicate balance, so fragile it seems, disturbed, upended, uncertainty reigns. Only memory recalls that all will be well that equilibrium will return again. The form is all gone, the foundations shaken Routine … Continue reading more on COVID 19
To see what cannot be seen, what is hidden in plain sight. What was there all along. To see essence and beauty and causation because of a new light. And the scales fell and were gone. You called His name, He drew near to you, you reached out in trust and faith And He held … Continue reading On Divine Love
First light counts in the morning songthat flies on the light moist air.Of birds and bees in compound timethat knows no bounds.They don't recall the night just gone or woes of day beforeThey sing a timeless song of praise for us to sing along.
Paul Russell: Musings 