but today

I fret and fret anyway

valley of death

today and yesterday:
among the worst days of my life?
yes
tonight though: help.
'my path for you':
your words.

tonight you smiled:

I saw how you bend time.
in my hands it shatters into sharp-edged pieces:
in yours time yields: flowing free.
not disappearing, but encircling.
and then
the thousand ways you teach me
that I am yours and you are mine:
so many fiery angels along the way!

but your plans for them are different.
my path would be a lonely, impossible path without you.
but I am not; no need to fret!

no . . . more a command than that:
'stop the fretting!' perhaps

yes my prayer must be for faith more than healing.
[though both would be nice]

person

I have never considered myself a real christian,
because, for me, christ is not destination but gateway.
but perhaps I wasn't so far off as I thought.

my search must always be God
but I do recognise that my only way to you is through christ.
the key word: person
the three persons;
the one;

because how can a God who lives alone
[sufficient unto himself]
be a god who loves?

creating nothing

creating nothing is much harder than creating something
and yet it is still the 'yoke easy to bear'

emptiness

the problem of moving from the computer into prayer:
from the world of things we can see and touch into the world of things that we can neither see, nor touch nor even often feel.
fr.tim radcliffe [in a sermon] writes of the sacred emptiness at the core of the life of a monk.

the temptation to idolatry (the love of things) knows no bounds:
the battle must be taken up afresh each morning.