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Date: 09 April 2013 20:23:12
Me and mum went to this event, at Holland House, which is a beautiful house with grounds, which was donated to the Church of England Diocese of Worcester by Mrs Holland in 1946 for the purpose of spiritual contemplation. Four retreat days, each one considering a different season. The main thought is that the whole earth is a sacrament of God, and each of the seasons has its own quirks and details that give things to enjoy and give thanks for. The first was spring, and we were so lucky because it didn't rain, or snow (as it did in later days after this) and we spent a lot of time considering the first crocuses and snowdrops outside. If it had rained, I don't think it would have worked as well. My creativity (for what it is worth) was inspired to write the following poems:
The wiry fingers of winter
Slowly giving way
Arms stretch out on the
Grey skyline
A chill in the air
As patches of blue and green
Begin to appear
On the ground, signs of new life
Flowers, green growth
Tiny buds, reaching inperceptibly
towards Heaven
Patches of purple and pink
Breaking up the dark colours.
It is preparing
It will suddently bloom
As God's fountain of life
Overflows
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They are singing
They are not seen
But their song
Is captivating
The water is still
With perfect reflections
Of overhanging trees
Clear on the surface,
Except for a swan
That slides, majestically, by.
The signs of new life
The signs of spring
They are tiny
Sprouting from the ground
But they are there.
Life is Life. Existence is Existence.
We are so busy, that we miss
Everything
Unless you make yourself
Stop.
Listen. Think. Breathe. Believe.