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Hill Christmas

The weather here in St. louis MO. doesn’t feel like Christmas. A few days ago we had 70 degrees in the early afternoon! Climate change for sure! Yet in the coming days Christmas cards will arrive with plenty of snow on the front covers! This morning, I pulled from my bookshelf a few of R.S.Continue reading “Hill Christmas”

Some days a prayer utters itself

I have a childhood memory of the BBC radio news playing from the kitchen in the morning while I was getting ready for school. As in the evening, so in the morning, the radio news concluded with the weather forecast which was then followed by the “shipping forecast” and the naming of the “fishing” groundsContinue reading “Some days a prayer utters itself”

Sometimes!

We often carry in our hearts and souls lots of anxiety for the plight of our world, our cities, our neighborhoods. We fret over how scarce peace is, we worry about the “what ifs” so today take a short break and allow Sheenagh Pugh’s poem Sometimes to offer some rescue. I encourage you to takeContinue reading “Sometimes!”

Take me back, take me way back!

In sharp contrast to my last post, I turn today with something very different. At present I sit surrounded by boxes as I prepare to move house in the next couple of days! We have not been in this one very long but it holds many memories. We could call it our Covid-19 sojourn! TheContinue reading “Take me back, take me way back!”

The Mole!

A couple of years ago I had the opportunity to spend a few days at Yale University. It was a wonderful opportunity to be in the company of both theologians and poets. The host of the event was Christian Wiman, who teaches Literature and Religion at Yale Divinity School. In his book Hammer is theContinue reading “The Mole!”

Nursery Rhymes

There was an old woman who lived in a shoe; Old mother Hubbard went to the cupboard; Humpty dumpty sat on a wall; All for the want of a nail the war was lost! Really, when you think about it these rhymes are not all lovely stories yet we have delighted in telling these rhymesContinue reading “Nursery Rhymes”

water is the finest drink

And soit has taken meall of sixty yearsto understandthat water is the finest drink,and bread the most delicious food,and that art is worthlessunless it plantsa measure of splendor in people’s hearts. The poem above is written by the Palestinian poet Taha Muhammad Ali. Ali was born in 1931 in the Galilee village of Saffuriya. HeContinue reading “water is the finest drink”

It’s that time of year once again!

This is such a beautiful time of year and how I long for it year after year. At last the hot days of summer are past and the biting cold dark days of midwinter have not yet arrived. Readiness though is in the air, and the trees themselves are making ready as they shed theirContinue reading “It’s that time of year once again!”

Puddles!

Once again I am back again to the north west of England. Just due south of the Lake District is the great city of Manchester which is also known as one of the wettest places to live. To my shame, I do not have a collection of poems by the English poet Adrian Mitchell, 1932-2008.Continue reading “Puddles!”

A steady cadence.

A few weeks ago I had the pleasure of spending a few days in the south west corner of North Carolina. Renting a cabin in the woods in the Smoky Mountains provided a wonderful opportunity for walking in the woods. Many of my walks were made more pleasurable by the steady cadence of fast flowingContinue reading “A steady cadence.”