PRELUDE TO AUGUST
Hymn for Sunday Morning Prayer
from a Stanbrook Abbey Hymnal.
Transcendent God in whom we live
The Resurrection and the Light;
We sing for you a morning hymn
To end the silence of the night.
When early cock begins to crow
And everything from sleep awakes,
New life and hope spring up again
While out of darkness colour breaks.
We can only hope that the unusually
hot weather will soon be washed away
by torrential rain !
Even our cat Brunie prefers the coolness
of a dark room !
From THE TABLET of 28th July 2018
by Jonathan Tulloch.
The clouds slowly gathered; by teatime,
the sky was growing dark.
The first rumble of thunder grumbled in the distance,
and was soon followed by the tinkle of rain drops.
Before long the thunder crashed
closer to home, and a cloudburst was drumming the roof,
bubbling in the pond,
seething on the lawn and gurgling down the gutter.
Hard to believe that I could ever miss the sound of rain,
but its been weeks since Ive heard the sound of
a decent downpour.
Be not afraid to pray - to pray is right.
Pray, if thou canst, with hope; but ever pray,
Though hope be weak, or sick with long delay;
Pray in the darkness, if there be no light.
Far is the time, remote from human sight,
When war and discord on the earth shall cease;
Yet every prayer for universal peace
Avails the blessed time to expedite.
Whater is good to wish, ask that of Heaven,
Though it be what thou canst not hope to see;
Pray to be perfect, though material leaven
Forbid the spirit so on earth to be:
But if for any wish thou darest not pray,
Then pray to God to cast that wish away.
Preparing for Autumn
The first night of August was bathed in rain
soaking the dried-up soil,
and encouraging the plants to grow.
Some days before that I saw a small gathering of ants
on one of the garden paths, close to the magnolia tree.
A few had transparent wings and flew away to find another site
in which to raise another colony.
I hope they will succeed in their quest.
Our weather is unstable at this time:
we seem to be living in the month of April
and not in the month of August.
The same instability seems to be affecting
the rest of our world with climate change.....
as well as in political matters.
It is tragic that people can still experience
Mans inhumanity to man.
We can only pray for Gods guidance,
and hope in Him.
A quotation from the
As this broken bread
was once scattered over the hills,
and was brought together
to become one loaf,
so may thy Church be brought
together from the ends of the earth
into thy Kingdom.
I received a lovely post card from
my sister-in-law Ingrid
some days ago.
On it were twelve small photographs
of German rural houses and their gardens.
On the other side
were these words of encouragement:
reisen - erleben - erinnern
which when translated urge us
to travel, to experience and to remember.
The weather continues to be humid
Too much movement results in sweat !
I had just finished writing the above comment
when the sun came out......
August seems to be a moist month
and many of us prefer to sit in rooms
Movement has unwelcome consequences,
and reminds me of my years in a Mediterranean land
when we had to change our clothes frequently.
15th August 2018
We celebrated the Feast of the Assumption today.
The weather was overcast and we were reminded
of the popular saying
Our Lady loves the rain.
The humidity is intense.
Our gardener Dave was today again assisted by
a local friend and decorator also called Dave.
It was good to see them working together,
each cheerfully employed at his own separate task.
The garden needs this seasonal attention.
I come in the little things,
Saith the Lord:
Not borne on the morning wings
Of majesty, but I have set My Feet
Amidst the delicate and bladed wheat
That springs triumphant in the furrowed sod.
There do I dwell, in weakness and in power;
Not broken or divided, saith our God !
In your strait garden plot I come to flower:
About your porch My Vine
Meek, fruitful, doth entwine;
Waits, at the threshold, Loves appointed hour......
Evelyn Underhill (1871-1941)
This picture was inspired by the wonderful
bumble bees in our garden,
some of which make their nests
in the small gaps between paving stones.
When the wind is cold and strong
they shelter in flowers above ground.
We are blessed by their beauty,
and learn from their careful seeking for food
the tasks which parental bees fulfill.
May all human parents be as solicitous
as the parents of insects and mammals !