Monday, December 18, 2017

Lost In Autumn

18th Dec 2017

Lost In Autumn

Born in springtime,
 mama tree pushed you out 
a brand new bud.
delicate baby on bare branch,
 you unfurled - sweet, sacred promise. 
Life water and nutrients absorbed
 from the blood of ancestors fed you
 roots reached down  into times unknown 
you, in turn, produced sugar sap
 nourishment for your tree.
In the rays of the sun,
you opened up,
 danced and dallied
 through the summer 
of your life, 
strong veins forming
 your  particular self  shape -
Happiness and hope you  gifted 
 to those who wandered  your wood
  fruitful, filled, days, 
some, satiated by your colour, your light 
went away refreshed, replenished
you, only being yourself,
 unaware how  your warmth 
 touched those souls.
It was  your time, your season - 
with others you wove
  a soft web of wonder,
waving from your branch ,
 bestowing  magic on all
 who wanted to  see.
So,  when the cold came
 and your green grew dim
Your sparkle diminished 
 it was hard to take.
Signs of yellowing
 took us by surprise,
 halted us in our tracks.
With  shortening days,
 orange specks appeared 
 and the  weakening began
 your edges getting brittle , 
 other leaves falling
dropping  to the ground 
all around . 
 it was your turn,
 you let go ,
 fluttered to the earth,

you died in the autumn 
as it was right that you should,
 but it was hard.

Wednesday, December 6, 2017

Feast of St Nicolas

6th Dec 2017

Aren't the days moving swiftly through December ??? We'll be in January before we know it and Christmas will be just another one of the many that we've celebrated over the years.

I want to share two blogs with you. I hope you take the time to look at them as I think they are wonderful. They are by two of my daughters, one of whom says that I am biased. Well, of course I am, but that doesn't take away from the fact that there is some great  content there.

They write very differently ... well, you will see:


I hope you enjoy them. Please let me know what you think. Or, better still, leave a comment on their blogs.

Now, I'd like to tell you another story about a homeless man. The weather has been bitter these last couple of weeks, the nights being particularly icy. It was on one such night , last week, when the temperature was below 6 degrees c that a homeless man died on the streets in Birmingham . So, so sad...

But that is not my story. My story starts last Saturday morning in Oxford.

We turned up early for our grandaughter's confirmation at the Oratory, and,  passing a man sat at the gate, walked through to the big doors at the entrance where we got talking to a very jolly chap who was waiting to talk to the priest. It turned out he was going to be getting married later that day. I left my husband talking to him while I went into the church.
When I came out hubby was with the man at the gate chatting away.

I felt a bit awkward as I always do with homeless people . You know, not quite knowing what to do.
Anyway I was dragged into the  conversation which was about homeless shelters. This tall man, who was standing now, his long, tangled, matted hair falling over his shoulders ( a Billy Connolly look alike),  told us that they charged for them and he didn't usually have the money to stay in one . Well, I thought, what homeless person would, living hand to mouth on the road and all that.

Then he and my husband proceeded to tell me of the good fortune which befell him while I was in the church. How the chap getting married that day had asked him what size shoes he wore - unfortunately his feet were two sizes too big -and then what size waist he was. Ahh , better luck there.  And what about corduroy, did he like brown corduroy. Of course he did . Reaching in his holdall bag,  the  "soon to be married" took out a smart pair of trousers and feeling in the pocket found a ten pound note. "It's your lucky day," he said beaming and handing him both the trousers and the money.
As the man of the road told  me this tale , he also had a huge smile on his face.
At this point I took his hand in mine to see how cold he was. He was cold...

"Give him my gloves,"  said my husband . He had let me borrow his gloves earlier . I feel the cold more than he does.
And of course your man  was delighted to get the gloves too.

He wasn't there when we came out after the service and I just hope that he is still doing OK and that he will survive through the winter.