Archive for March, 2014

The in between

When twilight shines its dimming light
and houses start their gleaming,
as the sun sinks westward and the night
heads us towards our dreaming,
the melancholy gloam descends
and shapes of menace darkly loom,
where air begins and solid ends
bewildered in the evening gloom.

The twilight is a restless time
of in between and not quite there,
from daylight’s light and daylight’s prime
to darkness’ hold and darkness’ lair.
Unsettling time when thoughts of home
tug our hearts and make us yearn
for settled hearth, no need to roam,
for warmth of fire and embers’ burn.

It is the time when cold sets in,
when homeward is the only way.
This is a time for kith and kin,
time not to go, but time to stay.
As darkness fills the window panes,
and dinner scents are in the air,
when little outside light remains
our cosy refuge place is there.

The world is in the in between
awaiting its renewal,
to Kingdom fullness, yet unseen,
more perfect than a precious jewel.
Though we’ve been made a new creation,
been redeemed, absolved of debt,
in the now of our salvation
we wait the glory of  ‘Not Yet’.

When darkness will be banished
and His presence lights the earth,
the twilights will have vanished,
fulfilment comes of our rebirth.
That day will never have an end,
and restlessness will be no more.
Home and haven He’ll transcend
with peace like never known before.

© Ellen Carr 2014

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The roses are smiling

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The roses are smiling,

overflowing their bushes,

rejoicing in the heat.

Their colours of extravagance

boast their resilience,

their fragrance so sweet.

 

Everything else is withering,

scowling at the skies,

longing for elusive rain.

The roses raise their heads,

proud in their defiance,

oblivious to our pain.

 

Tomato plants struggle,

tree fern fronds turn brown

as the summer scorches.

We slow down our living

to the must be done

and solace in shady porches.

 

But the roses thrive on

with watered feet and dry leaves,

delighting our weary eyes.

Their exquisite scents,

their divinely planned hues

make our praises rise.

 

To our God of the garden,

of the world deep and wide,

we bring our praise,

for resilient roses

so perfectly formed,

for your creative ways.

 

© Ellen Carr 2014

 

Shrove Tuesday

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A Dutch celebration of Shrovetide, The Fight Between Carnival and Lent (1559),

Pieter Breughel the Elder

Did we need an excuse

to feast?

Did we need a reason

to pancake our eggs

to sizzle our fat?

 

Did we need to shrive*

for our sins?

Did we need this preparation

for our giving up

for deprivation?

 

We come forgiven

to Lent.

We come for renewal,

to grow in grace,

to be refined.

 

May we come closer to You

to listen.

May we overcome the temptation

to please ourselves,

more to live Your way.

 

© Ellen Carr 2014

* To confess one’s sins

With an evangelical background I never really thought about Lent until recently. Now, some of the seasonal structures seem to add richness to the year. The mileposts are reminders.