Friday, 11 December 2020

Jane Holliday, member of our 9.30am Sunday congregation and also of the All Saints Film Club

 


I feel sometimes as if the
Whole of my soul has been
Scooped out with a big
Spoon; it lies alongside me
A tired and restless shell.
Sometimes something comes
And touches it - perhaps a beautiful and dominant tree,
Or a piece of Bach, or a tiny flower
In the grass; these can
Penetrate the fog which envelopes
Me, which will no doubt thicken
In the deep of Winter.  But primroses
Will follow and all will be well.

By Jane Holliday


No comments:

Post a Comment

Beauty in the Many, Beauty in the One by Terry Rees

  You will be a crown of splendour in the Lord’s hand, a royal diadem in             The hand of your God.                              ...