Glimpses
Light mist
over the bay
heightens the otherworldly,
sacred nature
of this regualr morning scene.
Singing, dancing
and innocent giggles
of young girls
to a favourite video.
Waning red glow
adds highlights
to the otherwise
leaden skies
at day’s end.
Until my eyes are fully open,
such glimpses
caught
of God’s handiwork
among the everyday
will have to suffice.
Launch of ‘This New Day’
The launch of ‘This New Day’ will occur on Thurs 3 Dec at 5.30pm. To register and receive the Zoom details, please email: jurdy59@gmail.com
‘This New Day’ available
My new book of reflections – one for each day of the year, This New Day, is now available. As usual, royalties go to St Maria Mazzarello school in Venilale, Timor-Leste. Order from http://www.coventrypress.com.au
Book of reflections coming!
Sunshine
A cloudy Sunday
is suddenly awash
in late afternoon sunshine
that makes me
catch my breath
as spring battles
to assert itself.
The green shrubs and plants
glow gold
as a lorikeet
snacks on the grevillea
in this sacramental moment
of peace and joy.
Sustaining grace
The sky
Is festooned
In all manner
Of cloudy raiment
At dawn’s first light.
Near the horizon
A fierce glow
Of reds and oranges
That kisses other clouds
Pink
Joyously, the tableau grows
Until its time is passed.
This ephemeral beauty
Is a sustaining grace
For the gift
Of another day.
Lorikeet
Flash of bright colours
red, yellow, orange and blue
Flurry of wings and
screeching
simultaneously
jolt me
awake
make me smile and
see again
the spring newness
of leaf and flowers.
The joy of
your presence
shining through.
Passing?
How many times
have I walked on the sand
especially
at my local beach?
Sandcastles and
holes dug by children
Scrabblings
small and large
by canine friends.
Lumps of wood
seaweed
human detritus
shells, rocks
graveyard for a variety
of aquatic life.
Yet seeing
footprints
transfixed me this morning.
How many sets of footprints
have marked the sand
only to be erased
by wind and water?
Such a passing marker
of the human race
that considers itself
so dominant
so apart
from the rest of God’s creation.
Are footprints
a symbol
a reminder
like this pandemic
that we are passing?
And what will will we do
with our brief time?
Shall we build
or destroy?
Feeding my soul
Music feeds my soul.
Elevating me
with its grandeur,
calming me
when needed.
Evocative of
joy
sorrow
good times.
Energising me
with its beat
or driving guitar;
stirring me
to justice.
Its benefits are amplified
in concert,
especially connecting
as fans belt out the chorus
together.
I survive without it.
I live with it.