Tag: god of creation

  • Saplings

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    I guess I am old fashioned I know I am  I chose to be long ago when I saw what was on the menu a future formed in man’s own image. Yet still I was surprised three little girls and  not boys, violently ripping branches decimating three young new trees. And in the pleasant, green,… Read more

  • The Winter Garden

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    Branches broken off lie in the soil where the seeds already lied. Where they plotted  on the rocks  luring people  to where they knew  the soil was thin. They didn’t want change  nor salvation for anyone. They wanted to be adored.  Some of the branches cut neat from the tree large and heavy in the… Read more

  • You were a Stranger

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    We always assume we are getting better.  The media declare:  “How can this be happening in 2026”  “This policy is not fit for the twenty-first century!” History is a politicised narrative. Not the rich resource for learning and for self reflection it could be. Everything is a trope, a cliche, or something so old fashioned… Read more

  • It’s Later than We Think

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    Drowning is a terrible way to die. An inescapable nightmarish ghoul-like vacant response to a desperate plea to live. Virtue signallers blind even to the blood screaming for help, perhaps even staining their police boots in the dark. So very in the dark. Platitudes, appeasements abound. Truth is subjective and we have backed a side.… Read more

  • A Silent Love

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    “The Bible tells us to love our neighbours, and also to love our enemies; probably because generally they are the same people” GK Chesterton Despised and resented the Irish monks that settled in Nunraw Abbey at the end of World War II were absolutely not welcome.  Sancta Maria Abbey in Nunraw is a mile from… Read more

  • The Holiday Mirage

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    My favourite holiday has changed 360 degrees. I remember those days of youth counting down the months, the weeks and then the days. Often to wake up at the crack of dawn on d day and feel an anti-climax. That would pass, overtaken by endless swimming, sunburn and freestyle eating. Travellers cheques were almost sacred,… Read more

  • Dreaming the Immortal

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    Maybe I inherited it from my mum. It only took about five minutes. But she had to be left alone for that time when she came through the door from work. It was pointless asking what was for tea? could I go out? could so and so stay over? She hung up her work clothes… Read more