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Morning Prayer with Cat

Unfortunately I can’t play you the purring sound track, but this morning’s company at Morning Prayer reminded me of D H Lawrence’s poem, Pax:

All that matters is to be at one with the living God
to be a creature in the house of the God of Life.

Like a cat asleep on a chair
at peace, in peace
and at one with the master of the house, with the mistress,
at home, at home in the house of the living,
sleeping on the hearth, and yawning before the fire.

Sleeping on the hearth of the living world
yawning at home before the fire of life
feeling the presence of the living God
like a great reassurance
a deep calm in the heart
a presence
as of the master sitting at the board
in his own and greater being,
in the house of life.

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Retreating or advancing?

I’ve been for a few days on retreat at Hacienda los Olivos, being led by Bishop Stephen Cottrell in reflections on Stanley Spencer’s paintings of Christ in the Wilderness.

Great place, great time. A couple of haiku (ish) reflections on the place:

The hills stand round about
This corner of Jerusalem.
Peace anoints this place.

This one refers to the fact that olive trees are beaten with sticks to harvest their fruit. And it’s been a breezy week!

Wind and stick beaten
Olives are patient trees.
Suffering, they bear fruit.

And one on the paintings:

Spencer’s wilderness
And Christ’s is now ours too – full
Of grace and truth.