Eternal Father, loving God,
Who made us from the dust of earth,
Transform us by the Spirits grace,
Give value to our little worth.
Prepare us for that day of days
When Christ from heaven will come with might
To call us out of dust again,
Our bodies glorified in light.
O Godhead, here untouched, unseen,
All things created bear your trace;
The seed of glory sown in man
Will flower when we see your face.
A Stanbrook Hymn for Midday Office Prayer
GLIMPSES OF EDEN
Days shorten; late summer teeters into autumn.
Leaves that were green and supple
just a few months ago are now tired and old.
Butterflies grow ragged.
As flowers seed, the bumblebees
must fly further and further afield
for their nectar.
It is impossible to ignore the gentle,
melancholy tone of the season ....
God saw all he had made, and
indeed it was very good.
A symbolic carving of the
THE LAST SUPPER
THE FEAST OF SAINT GREGORY THE GREAT
When Gregory saw the young English slaves he said:
They have the faces of angels,
and as such should be fellows
of the angels in heaven.
O God, who rule over your people
in love and mercy,
fill us with the spirit of wisdom,
and grant that we may grow in holiness
through the intercession
of blessed pope Gregory the Great ...
Father Nick Kern came to visit me today.
He brought with him a book on Taoism
which contained, among others, the the following
text translated into English:
You ask me why I dwell
Amidst these jade-green hills?
I smile. No word can tell
The stillness in my heart.
The peach-blossom on the water,
How enchantingly it drifts !
I live in another realm here
Beyond the world of men.
Many days have past since I last wrote
anything for the Monthly Diary ......
A strong wind continues to sway our tall
garden trees in different directions.
We can no longer see the distant Welsh hills
or hear the singing of the garden birds ....
The swaying trees themselves seem to say Hush.
Ripe apples have fallen to the ground,
glowing in warm red colours,
offering themselves as food
to hungry insects and small birds.
Our kind gardeners
work assiduously together
and have cleared many growing tangles
in the garden.
Perhaps our minds need similar treatment
from time to time !
Flowers sent to us by a local friend ...
and photographed by Sister Monica.
Our beloved cat Brunie , having had a necessary injection
from our vet Ben in the morning
became very ill.
Ben returned in the early evening
and gave her another
Brunie died almost immediately.
She was 15 years old.
May she rest in peace.
Wednesday 26th September
The trees surrounding our enclosure
are swaying gently against
a clouded sky.
Many leaves have already fallen.
I noticed a delightful picture
in THE TABLET by Jonathan Tulloch.
He had written an article entitled
From the edge of eternity.
We have visiting foxes in our garden, too ....
The weather has turned strangely warm again,
even though sunrise comes late
and sunset is over by 7.00 p.m..
I feed some birds on the flat roof,
adjacent to my cell and over our dining room,
in mid or late afternoon.
It is the magpies which relish the soft food -
biscuits soaked in warm water,
originally intended for the remaining cat
but not appreciated by him ...
( that is Cornflake a large ginger cat.)
Wishing you every blessing,
now and always,
and also requesting your prayers
at a time when life has become more difficult.
Thank you so much.
May God bless you most abundantly.