This is Emily’s arty shot of me- looking appropriately messed up.
I have had a week of being ill- a rattling cough that keeps me awake all night- not helped by the fact that I am half way through fitting a bathroom so am living in dust.
I am just at the end of three nights with hardly any sleep. In fact last night, I went outside to watch the dawn around 6AM after a long night of wakefulness.
But there are compensations;
‘Ten Thousand Places’ is now available as a download via Proost’s December release.
You can download, or pre-order a physical copy here.
Personally- I am old fashioned and believe that books need to be in paper form, but who knows how we will be reading them in 50 years time?
Regular readers of this blog will recognise some of the poems- here is one of them-
You were made to choose
What you look for
You will find
Look for barren emptiness
It is there
Look for cynical meanderings
And you will wander those weary roads
Or you may look for wonder and beauty
The fingerprints of grace
On every rock
Every frond of fern
Every wisp of mist
In the shy smile
Of a little girl
In a teardrop channeled down the dirty lines
Of an old man’s face
In a whispered prayer from a worn out woman whose faith flickers
And is almost gone
Let me draw it all across the miracle of vision
And it will light up your soul
I will place eternity inside
I made you for just this tender thing
I made you
For all of this
I made you
I recieved this lovely e-mail the other day-
This is the second year I have used 40 through Lent and I am loving it again but in a completley new way.
Isn’t it amazing how God can speak to you differently even when the words are familiar?
I bought my copy at Lee Abbey a year after I had first seen it; it had called to me right from the start!
It is so lovely to hear that things that you have written are meaningful to others. It is almost like hearing people praising your child.
It is not too late to make your own Lenten journey…
Find me O my father
Take me back to you
My throat is cracked
But thirst is more
My stomach craves
A food that feeds only this;
So I walk
Close to falling