Tuesday 13 January 2015

The path to the lake

The path to the lake
is bordered by beauty
roses rambling, 
agapanthus blue
the lake before me and mountains rising,
and so I stop.

And then ...

I begin to notice
what I’d not seen in my hurried
earlier walks, my mind busy
unpacking last year and wondering the next.

I see
the deconstructed dandelions,
the wisteria fragrance fled on the wind,
the branches severed haphazardly
by an occasional gardener,
the fledgling sparrow dried out in death.

Beauty and brokenness
are there before me ...
and within me.

When I am overjoyed
When I am overwhelmed
O Lord lift my eyes to
the larger vision :
your loving presence in all of us,
in our rising and falling,
in our birthing and dying,
in the promise of new life to come.

Kinloch January 2015

Sue Pickering