Tulip Light

Grape Hyacinth

Dover in the fog

Final week of Lent Challenge

Wednesday April 1st

Art lies in a box

Ignored - then

someone looks.....

Light

Purpose is restored.

Maundy Thursday Day

Nobility lost,

The old oak lies rotting,

Its fibres breaking down,

Bark and branches gone,

Its history in cross section

Exposed. A home and banquet

Now for insects, its new life

Is humbler but still relevant.

Maundy Thursday evening

I looked up and saw the angel,

Normally a faded blur in a small alcove,

 but

Vibrant tonight, shadows and light

Fused in making the ascetic

head seem fresh.

As if this ancient painted figure

Was given life while our

feet were washed

And blessed us in our uncertainty.

Good Friday

Caught in a hollow of the rocks

A stone is harried and pounded

Tide by tide. With no escape,

The hard walls of the niche

Are its prison. Pain, like the stone

Worries its way round and round,

A gyre of anguish, bent on repetition.

Nailed, mocked, betrayed,

Love trampled in the dust,

Jesus bore his pain, for us,

For a world which cares little,

But he offers the chance

that 'our  stone' could.....

        ....... find a way out.

Easter Saturday

The Day after the Crucifixion

Three empty crosses stand

Empty now, the agony is

Yesterday's memory. The sign

'King of Jews' lies abandoned

Half hidden in a muddle of rocks.

What does it all mean:

The testimony, miracles, promises,

Message of love one another, now?

Jesus is dead, his body is buried.

Our eyes will not meet his,

We will not hear him speak,

Touch him, Again.

It is a death, an end.

How we will miss him.

Two days after the Crucifixion

I was wrong, horribly wrong

My faith wavered and I doubted.

I went to the tomb this morning

And the stone was rolled aside -

Jesus had gone.

He told us to trust,

that he would rise again,

And I didn't see how it could be done.

All that he promised has come true,

It is not the end.

I don't know what will happen now,

Where to start to tell what we've seen

But my fragile faith has learnt a bit:

I have to trust more.

Lent Challenge Week 6

Wednesday March 25th

Quails eat spiders

Stopping killer webs

Saving butterflies...

Who drink!

Thursday March 26th

The 60s pulsed with

'Twisting and shouting'

Now it's used for keeping fit.

Friday March 27th

Making someone happy,

Kindness freely given,

Are roses without thorns.

Saturday March 28th

Time has us in thrall,

It plays us like an oboe

But often goes too fast.

Sunday March 29th

From a clear sky comes a storm,

A telephone is answered,

A pilot makes a fatal decision,

Jesus is kissed by Judas.

Tranquillity is shattered and

Our lives are twisted to fall

In a different pattern.

Faith gives us an anchor point.

Monday March 30th

Crossing the desert,

Sharing a camel

Would mean learning

Harmony.

Tuesday March 31^st

Last night wind waged war

Roaring its destruction

            And

Daffodils lie snapped.