"Lord, this humble house we'd keep, sweet with play and calm with sleep...Help us so that we may give beauty to the lives we live...Let Thy bounty and Thy grace shine upon our dwelling place." E. A. Guest


September somber..yet pink in promise!

The pink promise of summer fruit hangs over our back garden,
luring bees and nectar seeking birds to the blossoming boughs.
The blackbird sings his huge heart out all day long ,
and the parrots and sparrows steal straw to build their nests.

September has brought somber news of a dear friend's sorrow
over the sudden illness of her grown child.
I sit in the antiseptic ward with her
the doors locked before and after our visit.
I look into the frightened eyes of the young woman who I have loved
 as one of my own for over 20 years..and I pray.
This season shall pass..of that I am sure!
As peach petals fall...our tears water the soil of God's Heart
and therein shall grow up a delivery strong and full of fruitful life in Him,
for the seed that is hiding beneath hurt and confusion now 
shall rise to struggle upward and take it's freedom flight to joy again, 
carried on wings of prayer and grace..and a mother's faithful waiting!


A Morning Liturgy

Blue wrens are darting about the bushes beneath arching canes of the Banksia rose.
Buds on the peach tree are turning pink with promise.
The sun is shining warm and soothing on my back...
making today's chore of hanging out the washing a real delight!
Next door I can hear the voices of blonde-haired cherubs singing..
"Bo----b the Builder
can we fix it?
Yes we can!"
They have made a shopfront from cardboard boxes on the deck
 and are doing their best to sell their wares to their best customer!
"Mum.. would you like to buy something from our shop?"
She plays along of course, much to their relief and enjoyment.
My morning ambles peacefully along ..
a light breeze flutters about the linen and ripples through the growing grass
like the gentle touch of an angel passing by.
Life feels good today....and I am content.


All because you briefly stopped...

When the world is all at odds
And the mind is all at sea
Then cease the useless tedium
And brew a cup of tea.
There is magic in its fragrance,
There is solace in its taste;
And the laden moments vanish
Somehow into space.
The world becomes a lovely thing!
There’s beauty as you’ll see;
All because you briefly stopped
To brew a cup of tea.