Poem

Yes, I’m Woke …

 Are you? 

PhotoStop#1

My first visit to Gloucester Cathedral was on a school trip, via the upper deck of a No 3 bus with Class 4A1 - all 42 of us. I hadn’t a camera then, but have returned many times to capture special images - and this is my favourite:

You have to know where to find it, and be prepared to lift the seats in the Choir, preferably when guardian angels are looking the other way … . It’s a ‘misericord’ ( mercy seat) a ledge on which the monks could park their butts during the long hours of chanting. If you can’t picture the mechanics of the misericord, imagine lifting the toilet seat, and perching atop it. 

I love this carving because it’s mischievous, anarchical, and ever so slightly blasphemous.

Or should that be blarsephemous?

:) 

 

Easter Proclamation!

God Awakening

I will celebrate the victory of my God in silence, and in song.

I will gaze upon the likeness 

Of the one-who-was pierced.

I will touch the mystery 

Of the dead-one-living.

I will trace his signature over my heart:

North to South

East to West:

King of Kings

Lord of Lords.

I will open my mouth to sing the serenade of the stars,

The song of the angels before the throne of God.

 I will shout into the sunrise, a canticle for my King:

‘Rejoice!   Rejoice!

The Lord is Risen -

Alleluia!’ 

I will bury myself in his joy, 

And, with laughter,

I will rise again.