Delicate wild daffodils scattered on the woodland floor … With the onward march of March more buds grow and swell, unpeel, sunbeams falling through bare trees a lemon host reveal.
Good-looking to a ‘T’ popular, and chic, immaculate, cocksure, well-dressed and sleek, dangling followers by a string, always in control, confident of all her power, certain of her goal …
[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series ] The prophets and the law were teaching long before about true holiness, salvation from sin’s mess – much needed grace that God will bring: accept and honour Christ the King. How deep the love of God within the Trinity …
Furry pussy willows peep, buds begin to crack, dog’s mercury pokes through the dead leaf mulch, and celandine leaves make pools of green beside the track.
[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series ] We’re waiting for his coming, we do not know the hour – it may seem he’s delaying, but soon he’ll come with power – he’s patiently time given us to pray, anticipate the Landlord is returning: repent, be ready, wait.