Spring is here
The rows are straight
The vines are pruned
All looks bare and lost
As we sometimes feel
But it is God’s given rest
His enriching soil surrounds us
Ready for that blessed new growth
We must twist and turn upward
Letting our leaves absorb His word
His love, His everlasting support
To grow His spiritual fruit
To share with friends, the world
May we ever grow
And quench our burning thirst
A prayer written after contemplation on the vine.
Father, may we glorify You through our obedience and trust in you.
Help us to follow your son wholeheartedly, abiding in His teachings and example.
Help us to cling onto your Word.
Direct our growth in the direction you choose
And remove everything that impedes our closeness to You.
I give you every seed bearing plant
And it was good
Different colours and shapes
Like all human kind
Pounded and milled for us to face life
Mixed with the water of God
Risen with the yeast of the Holy Spirit
Shaped with the love of Jesus
To become our life bread
Lifted high and blessed
Ready to share
May all be fed
To bring us nearer to God
And faith in life eternal.
I am the Bread of Life
Broken for us, Restored, Renewed, Revived Everyone welcomed Alive in God’s hands Dying you destroyed our death and in rising you restored our life.
The sight of Jesus alone as day breaks, watching the water.
Pale barley colours streak the grey sky line.
The sound of sea nibbling at the shore.
The smell of wood smoke, the flicker of spiralling flames,
A boat bumping in the waves.
Fishermen surprise in their voices greet you, as Peter splashing through the sea rushes to touch you.
At your instruction the net is cast rightly, soon teeming with the threshing and struggling fish of every kind and dragged to the shore.
All sharing the bread and fish not knowing that later they will call your name in many lands and voices,
Shout your praise
Cast the net wide again and share bread and wine with mankind.
Breakfast on the shore of the lake
No fish and
A thin mist on the shore.
On the lake, a boat,
Where tired bodies longed for bed.
Through the mist,
A distant voice –
“Cast the net once more.”
Wow! The perfect catch!
Where did all that come from?
Alerted by the spectacle
Their eyes espied a fire,
Piercing the drifting mist.
Waiting for no one,
Grabbed his cloak,
Plunged into the sea
And struck out for the shore.
Not like Moses,
Tip-toeing his way:
Peter believed –
It is the Lord!
His heart reached out for the great embrace!
The great I am
Is on our shore
To feed and guide and love us all.
When we visit a new city,
we search for its centre.
We are optimistic.
We follow a winding trail that leads us to a grand cathedral,
the spiritual centre.
Here is where the history lies.
Where countless pilgrims have sought comfort, healing, guidance, answers;
Have raised eyes and hands in
awe, despair, sadness, joy, yearning.
As we walk our own personal labyrinth
We try to avoid distractions.
We want to move on,
‘To see Thee more clearly
Love Thee more dearly
Follow Thee more nearly.’
The Labyrinth has no dead ends like a maze.
It encourages us to seek for truth,
To bring our whole being into focus.
We are not led up garden paths leading to nowhere.
We take a continuous course mapping our thoughts and feelings on the way,
Hoping to reach the centre.
Will Jesus be there?
We remember His Healing,
His Teaching His Praying;
His tortuous journey to Jerusalem.
There is no turning back for Him.
We continue on our labyrinth walk
until we reach the centre,
Where Jesus stretches out his arms for us.
We linger with Him awhile.
Encircled by His love, we retrace our steps.
Jesus guides us back
And ‘sends us out into the world
To live and work to His praise and Glory.’
Sue Ashby-Davis Lent 2017
Tracing a finger round the labyrinth I recall the Mappa Mundi where Jerusalem is the centre of the world.
Is this my labyrinthine pilgrimage? Will my journey towards Christ lead me to my Jerusalem?
Pilgrimage is a lifetime of thinking, a long time to ponder the mysteries of our world, the challenges, lack of purpose, desperation, decisions.
I focus on Jesus and his journey to Jerusalem, his sacrifice for me. I reimagine his tests and trials as he prepared mind and spirit for death, beyond death to resurrection and God.
My God, where will my journey lead me, where is my redemption my Jerusalem?
We come to your banquet Lord Because we need refreshing. You offer us the fruit of the spirit To revive our souls, And to each one you give a gift So that we too may share your goodness with others And drink in your abundant delights. Then Lord, may we go out and share With others who do not know and love you, For your table overflows with love And you will lead us all home safely.
Without this light there would only be darkness
Without His Birth, there would be no Hope
Without His Life, we wouldn’t know His Love
Without His death, we wouldn’t know how much He sacrificed
Without His Resurrection, there would be no future in the world to come. But, Praise God there is!
Forever and Ever,
God said, ‘let them laugh,
not a laugh that derides
but the laugh that births
my creative love,
God said, ‘Let them question,
not with words of fear
but with word that delves my creative breath,
the harvest throughout time.’
God said, ‘Let them journey,
not a way that confuses
but the way that beckons
towards him whose hands
were scored for Creation’s sake.’