The lame shall leap like a deer.
And the tongues of the dumb sing for joy.
We never need dread our fear.
worry about the future, just this moment enjoy.

I was sitting in the warm sun.
Watching a match at the Oval.
The batsmen rarely seemed to run.
But that didn’t stop the crowd being vocal.

Time passes slowly but not boringly.
Attention is just on the passing play.
I cannot see the ball , but I hear it hit the bat loudly.
The sun is sleep inducing , the crowd noisily have their say.

Never again will I leap like these cricketers.
But I enjoy the game without worries or tears.

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Cricket bat on ball
Quiet focus on this moment
Nothing much happens

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See Isaiah 35:4-7

Put in our hearts the love of your name.
So that we may nurture what is good.
Help us to feel no shame, attribute no blame.
To thank more and do what we could and should.

Last night I was trying in the darkness to look for brightness.
Thinking  mindfully only of the breath beyond.
I seemed in my dream to be enveloped in whiteness.
There is no way to wave a magic wand.

But I felt a strange sense of otherness.
We can for a moment transcend our being.
But in a second it is defeated by our selfishness.
Understanding is replaced with hearing and seeing.

I looked out of the window, trees silvery, not a breath of wind.
Intense starlight, no moon ,  that is a good place park the mind.

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Not a breath of wind.
No moon, just lit by starlight
The trees silvery

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See Collect of the day

Pray that the flourishing of a holy flock.
May become the eternal joy of the shepherd.
Everything had been bound in tedious lock.
Complaining e mails, decisions, freedom fettered.

I paused awhile now in the country lane, happy
Just looking at the grass waving in the wind
Wild mustard, radish , flax ,bush grass and poppy.
One could die here peacefully and not mind .

A swoosh, a bicycle powering down the lane at speed.
Missed by inches , I might have died.
But I didn’t , he missed, from injury I was freed.
The people sped past, now only wind sighed.

So rest awhile enjoy the moment, you are not hurt .
But in the midst of day dreaming, best to be alert.

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Try to be mindful
Freed from exterior pain
But best be alert

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See Collect of the day

Have mercy on me for I cry to you all day long.
O Lord you are good and forgiving.
So often it is more dirge than song.
We seem always to be on the road, never arriving.

I have tried being mindfully alert to my thoughts.
All I see is a succession of negative and regretful ones.
Everything seems tied up in tangled knots.
From every side we seem beset with metaphorical guns.

And then I tried cleaning the kitchen sideboard like brass.
Slowly ,mindfully you can find peace .
God is here as much as in a Palestrina mass.
Or a painting by Titian, here time can cease.

So never give in , bear everything joyfully.
Hope is also in mundane things done joyfully.

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So never give in
Bear everything with joy
Even the mundane

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See Collect of the day and Colossians 1:9-14

Put into our hearts the love of your name.
That you may nurture what is good in our hearts.
We will after this moment never be the same.
They come in all of life, these spiritual darts.

Today I was eating my porridge too quickly.
Thinking of all of today’s problems and of self.
I need to concentrate on this moment , think slowly.
The next moment can look after itself.

God voice is in this porridge.
There is no need to meditate.
This could his holy carriage.
He may even be on this plate.

God may or may not be in all things.
But this moment of now is what rings .

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Concentrate on now
The present is all we have
God may be in it

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See Psalm 51