Thursday, May 12, 2016

Another Day at the Office : a day of meetings


Thi outdoor spirituality thing I do, its gruelling!
Left home in Coltishall at 9 for a 10 a.m. meeting in Burgh next Aylsham.

Time for prayer time. for reflection.

As I peddled my bike to the Bure Valley Railway path there was an opportunity to consider the flowers, on roadside verges and along the railway track.

Each flower a bead on the rosary:
campion, borrage, cumfrey,
white nettle, forget-me-not,
Queen Anne's lace,
bluebells, herb Robert,
and the last of the primroses.

On the 400 th anniversary of Shakespear's death,
  
the primrose path that leads to the everlasting bonfire ?

Each hamlet or village I pass
are chapters of a rosary.

Anchor Street, St. James's
Coltishall
Great and Little Hautbois,
Buxton, Brampton
Burgh.
Each is prayed for,
each is blessed,
in the sense, that I give thanks for it!

As I crossed the river 
I was blessed by a barn owl
hunting on hushed wings 










This afternoon,
its off to the Fur and Feather at Woodbastwick for more talks, with different people.
After 15 miles in the saddle I'll go by car

Sunday, May 08, 2016

If you meet George Herbert..........

"If you meet George Herbert on the Road, kill him":
 a reaction to Justin Lewis-Anthony's excellent book.

No Silly!                                                             
If you meet with George Herbert 
on the Road                                                      
Say, “I am going fishing?”
Answer?                                                             
 “We’ll come with you.”

Across the years                                              
there’s you and I;
Simon, Andrew and the Sons of Thunder;
with  George comes John Donne, 
Izaak, the Ferrar boy                                     
Young Thomas and his sister.*

This is, “The contemplative man’s recreation.”
Well said Izaak!                                                      
What do you think George?

Me?                                                                            
A failed courtier? Failed accademic? 
With failing health?                                                
 God’s a fisherman.               
Listen:                                                                       
 When God at first made man, 
Having a glass of blessings standing by, 
“Let us,” said he, “pour on him all we can. 
Let the world’s riches, which dispers├Ęd lie, 
Contract into a span.” 

So strength first made a way; 
Then beauty flowed, then wisdom, honour, pleasure. 
When almost all was out, God made a stay, 
Perceiving that, alone of all his treasure, 
Rest in the bottom lay. 

“For if I should,” said he, 
“Bestow this jewel also on my creature, 
He would adore my gifts instead of me, 
And rest in Nature, not the God of Nature; 
So both should losers be. 

“Yet let him keep the rest, 
But keep them with repining restlessness; 
Let him be rich and weary, that at least, 
If goodness lead him not, yet weariness 
May toss him to my breast.” 

 The Pulley  ........                                                   
What you moderns call a reel.
Thus God draws us to him                        
 misfortunes are our fortune.
Windows 10 upon my screen,                     
I hear your voice  
The eye that looks on glass
On it may stay his eye,
Or if he wishes through it pass
And thus the heavens espy.

If you meet George Herbert on the road,
Say I am going fishing



* Izaak Walton the author of the Complete Angler was a fishing chum of Nicholas Ferrar, John Donne and George Herbert. Izaak was Herbert's biographer, husband to Thomas Ken's elder half sister and guardian to the young Thomas. They along with the fishermen Peter, James, John and Andrew and you (?)  and I are invited to be friends with Jesus of Nazareth.