Hear Our Silence

Like light from above

like dew descending

Autumn leaves falling

salmon rising

frost crusting

Waves tumbling

surf spewing

water toppling

pebbles rumbling

Sun warming

lambs skipping

buds pushing

grass greening

Seeds starting

bees questing

flowers inviting

stones glowing

Spring again

Your East Gift

I came across Saint Cyprian today: he talks about prayer as our home.

Cyprian, who died in 258 AD, was a rhetor in Egypt - a man charged with spreading the Roman tongue among the locals. Egypt at this time was immensely fertile and the Roman Empire looked to it for its wheat supplies, rather like the US and Canadian prairies today furnishing us with corn flakes!

Cyprian turned to Christianity barely 12 years before he died; two years later, he became bishop of Carthage. Mark of a big man . . .

He was a great student - first of his new found Bible, second of Tertullian who had taught newcomers to Christianity in Carthage fifty years earlier.

‘In this home of his, which is prayer, God wants us to find peace.’

Prayer as shelter, prayer our home, our most familiar place where we were born where we are raised and nurtured.

‘. . . joined with one another, living in the same Spirit. He wants us to live this new life that we have been given in baptism.’

So prayer for Cyprian is our hearth, our home, the kitchen table - the place within where we continually find this mysterious new life, the love of the Father entering our daily existence in relating to his Son, our brother Christ.

And this we do as a family, a family of Love in the one Spirit.

I it am

I it am

I it am that you love

I it am that you like

I it am that you serve

I it am that you long for

I it am that you desire

I it am that you mean

I it am that is all

I it am that showed myself

to you

here

Julian: the Twelfth Showing