During an office tidy-up session, I found a sheet of paper with a few lines written this time last year during the annual Ty Mawr Associates' Day meeting. We were invited to draw or write something that reflected on being there together at Michaelgarth as a group of people pledged to accompany the Sisters of the Sacred Cross in their life of contemplative prayer and closeness to nature in their beautiful hillside location.
It was a fairly overcast day with only moments when the landscape shone in a way that is familiar to all who have visited there, in season and out of season. In the absence of blue sky and sunshine, I struggle to rise to my usual sense of appreciation of the world about me. I guess I also struggle with the absence of regular attachment and belonging to a close-knit everyday discipleship community now that I serve as an itinerant locum pastor. So, these few lines are a muted echo of this experience, as much as they are a weather report.
Autumnal
day at Ty Mawr
Overcast
sky
a random
tapestry-
filaments
of white and grey
Sombre
does no justice
to the
mood
when
heaven's glory is concealed
Not in the
cloud, but
underneath
is where
we wait
consoled
by fleeting sunbeams.
J.K.K. - 20.10.12
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