Dawn creeps over the eastern hills
Oscar wakes early nudging my hand with his soft muzzle, nuzzling in to the crook of my arm, purring his deep, throaty purr. From the radio, the mysteries of the English language and words of Gerald Manley Hopkins infuse the air. Quietly we steal down stairs to greet the dawn…
Midnight revellers return to roost
Darkness fades; flushed in tones of mauve and turquoise and rose; as daybreak dawns, night retires in gathering light. Night’s revellers retreat to roost, concealed in sunless clefts and crevice, grey wisps and shadows that flit above the slate grey roof…
Early travellers leave pink con-trails
Beneath the rosy sky the dawn chorus spills from every tree, flowing over dew wet grass and flower; till every nook is filled with song. The garden recreated in colour and melody…

“If the only prayer you said in your whole life was, “thank you,” that would suffice.”

Meister Eckhart (1260 – 1327)

“…God preaches, a noted Clergyman –
And the sermon is never long,
So instead of getting to Heaven, at last –
I’m going, all along.”
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church
Emily Dickinson