Monthly Archives: February 2018

Lent 13

 

Piggies from phil jenkins smallPearls of knowledge and wisdom are more often to be found amongst pigs’ husks than locked in ivory towers in safe deposit boxes. For the world barely knows real treasure when it sees it, and so much lies undiscovered, waiting and excited to be lifted into the air with cries of Eureka and Alleluia!

Art and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2018

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Lent 12

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There are treasures hidden throughout the earth. The treasure hunters find the pearl and think that is it. But each pearl is part of a string of glories and everything is connected, a mycelium of jewels and precious stones all clamouring to be discovered, their songs rising up through loam and clay longing to reach your hearing and tell you the secrets of a whole universe of love and the glory of God’s name. This is what lies beneath the mulch, and why humankind were made to be tillers of soil and caretakers of the earth.

Art and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2018

Lent 11

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Each head is tuned slightly apart, and God’s heart knows each frequency and speaks to it in its own language of love, not an impersonal broadcast to all four winds, but a soft Gaelic whisper in your inner ear, a sweeping sweet vision across your inner sight, for those who have attuned themselves, being drawn in by love.

Art and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2018

Lent 10

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Perhaps we should give up clothing glimpses of the Glory with our utterly insufficient speech.  We stand in the cleft with Moses and the back of Glory passes us by, and we charge at it with butterfly nets like tiny toddlers, falling over our own feet as we try to catch sparks that escape through the holes. We only look foolish. As though we might pin down anything of such Wonder!

Photo and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2018

Lent 7

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This is not some witless nothing, weak and insipid, a god with rheumy eyes and brittle bones. This is a power, raw and mighty, a majesty undreamt of and a fist, if it chooses to curl, that could shatter the earth with one blow. Do not mistake slowness for indecision, it is gravitas. Do not imagine frailty, there is a core of fibrous strength that reaches across nebulae without blinking. This is not a feeble God, who holds together all that is.

Art and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2018

Lent 5

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This tide is what pulls us in, draws us like a magnet, to the Centre, when we truly pray. Once it has held you, you remain enraptured for the rest of your life and susceptible to its call. It will call you from the perfection of a flower or the drama of a high note quivering in the air on a soprano’s breath. You will recognise it more and more often, for it is the call of home.

Photo and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2018

Lent 4

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When we receive as Manna a foretaste of heaven, we are still unsatisfied, because we want immediate gratification, immediate perfection, and instead we have to scrape our food off the desert floor. Bent down with our noses to the ground, we quickly become tired of the same fare, even when it tastes of heaven.

Photo and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2018