Lighting the darkness.


When night consumes the sky, the brilliant sun is gone,
The moon reflects it’s light to comfort unto dawn.
Though joy and laughter dim, and dreadful shadows fall
God’s reflected love is with us through it all.
The sun’s not vanished from the sky, though we see it not.
It’s just not in our present gaze, its brilliance we forgot.
Earth’s spinning surface turns away, the golden light erased
On its surface we perceive the situation’s changed.
But when the moon is on the rise, we know the sun’s still there
And gazing at its haloed glow are lifted from despair.
But more than this, we can embrace the shadow of the night
Knowing that the times of dark enhance our own small light.
For as the glory of the sun, by day outshines the moon
When life grows dark our smaller lights become reflective soon.


River walk.


The water it can teach you, if you linger so
Tell you of the secrets it learned so long ago.
Tell you how in flowing, rough rocks it wears away,
How to surf the rapids like a child within at play.
It does not try to force its way when stones obscure its course
It flows around, soft yielding, born from a humble source.
First born in the creation, preceding even light
It’s learnt in all its flowing not to put up a fight.
Transformed and recreated, cleansed and born afresh
It’s cycle oft repeated, it journeys on at rest.
T’was there at the creation, still it with us bides,
A glorious acquisition with all its waves and tides.
It dwells also within us, within each living thing
It cleans, refreshes, binds us, to all the earth as kin.
So listen to God’s waters, as they play a soothing tune,
And yield to higher purpose, of earth and man and moon.

Such a nice feeling!


I’m a very happy bunny today! Why? Whilst discussing UK retirement ages the lady beside me said, “You don’t mean to say you’re 61?” (my age when I retired) She looked genuinely amazed and even more so when I told her I was actually 66! What was it Shakespere said about women and vanity? lol!

(Actually I have to give all the credit for that to Jesus – considering my very adventurous life it’s a wonder I’m alive at all! lol!)

Age is not the enemy.


Modern western culture portrays old age as somthing scary, ugly, the end of all the good stuff, to be fought veheminately. Celebrities go to great lengths to stave off its onslaughts with diets, creams and cosmetic surgery till they look like walking skulls.

I remember the East where old age is venerated due to its wisdom, the old retired couples in China dancing in the park every evening, dining out surrounded by their children and grandchildren and how natural it seemed.

Part is due to the much healthier lifestyle (you seldom see old Chinese with a stick let alone a walker or wheelchair) and family ties are far stronger. The widow or widower helping with the grandkids seldom find themselves lonely. Old age is seldom lamented, rather seen it as a time of well deserved rest and enjoyment. There’s almost a holiday spirit about it.

How far have we in the west strayed from the natural concept of age. I came across the phrase, “old age is only disappointing if we find ourselves older in years without growing closer to God.” This also set me thinking. Feeling our lives have been well lived, looking back with satisfaction and forward with expectation gives peace.

The frantic striving to live every second because there are new wrinkles etc. so full of fear, for cancer, for strokes, for disabilities, drains us of the joys of old age. Growing closer to God brings peace and wisdom and with it the ability to enjoy this golden age slowly, deeply, like a vintage wine. We once knew this.

Age is opportunity no less

Than youth itself, though in another dress;

And as the evening twilight fades away,

The sky is filled with stars invisible by day.

(Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)