One of the participants in our wee parish silent retreat a few weeks ago shared with us her reflections. She has given permission for them to be shared here too.
Morning has broken; the second day
Paintings to focus our thoughts
Poems to deepen awareness
Spiritual truths embedded in
Walking through trees and shrubs.
The wind whistles at this season of Pentecost
Blowing where it will through our inner being
Searching for our inner response.
At our Eucharist the candle flickers
Then leaps into being with a sudden breath of air
Only to die down just as suddenly out of sight
But the flicker is still strong
A continual presence
Our togetherness in silence is the essence.
The overwhelming sense of each journey is strong
Yet each heart beating at an inner level
yearning for communication
searching for a destination.
Or maybe the journey itself is enough for now
For God to mean more to us
Father and Son
The Spirit’s grace
in the smiles of each face.
Hands clasped and touched
The unspoken expresses so much.
The bread and wine shared
The Christ who cared
enough to die for me
The Agony but oh what ecstasy
That he rose for all eternity.
The face of Christ on our TV screen
Reflects our own faces
A profusion of green
From the trees in the garden beyond our wall
The wood of the window
Like the cross behind his head
Drawing us into his sphere
Of love so near.
And as we pray together
our journey continues
and in silence