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Creating Encounter in Colour: Soft Gold

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The cool gold creeps its way across the grass and stone. The dew sparkles, the shadows recede, for they too, must obey the rules of death and resurrection, now fading and passing out to let in the sun. The light seems weak at first, but this is only the sweet gentleness that kisses the world awake and nudges at the edges of the shore, so that everything remembers how to glisten in new mercies before the whole tide comes rolling in.

Soft light breaks into an outpouring of bright light that cannot help but give the best and whole of itself: the sky by noon blindingly adazzle; the ground seared by the seal of golden approval, that having caressed every blade of grass awake, now deluges its heart of gold upon the entire garden. No wonder Mary, who knew him so well, seeing him coronaed in brightness, thought him first a gardener.

Text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt  Photo from Pixabay

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184. Imagination Conclusions

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This rose seemed so bright that with its ragged edges it looked as though it were on fire. Our imaginations can be set aflame by so many different things, if we are looking with the right eyes, that it can sometimes be hard to dampen them down again. I wonder why we do. I wonder too, if part of becoming “like little children” is to regain that sense of awe that fires our imaginations into seeing the presence of God in burning bushes (and flaming roses) everywhere. This leads us on rather nicely to our next subject in our world of seeing, Scripture.

text and photo © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017

 

154. Rubbish and a Rose (Aesthetics 13)

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Sometimes beauty catches us off-guard as we’ve already said, springing up in unexpected places. Here is our friend juxtaposition at work again, a rose blooming with a dustbin for background, reminding us of how the ordinary can be made sacred, as well as of the transitory nature of worldly beauty. Everything, however lovely, is one day going to end up on a compost heap, in a bin, in a tip, or reduced to ashes. Only then can resurrection begin to work its holy magic.

text and photo © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017

Exciting News!

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Dear friends, my new book, “Garden of God’s Heart” which is a beautiful set of 365 spiritual contemplations inspired by English gardens accompanied by black and white photos, is now available to buy from Amazon, Lulu or Barnes & Noble, along with my three other offerings, paperbacks: Positive Sisterhood; Whale Song: Choosing Life with Jonah; and FREE e-book, Christian Prayers for the World.

Jennifer Rees Larcombe, acclaimed author and speaker, has this to say in her Foreword to “Garden of God’s Heart,” by Keren Dibbens-Wyatt:

“There are books that are beautifully written, books that tell great stories, books that contain deep spiritual truths and books which speak grace to the heart. Rarely is there is a book that does all these.   This is such a book… I hope you will love it as much as I do.”

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Enjoy! Thanks for reading!

If you would like to watch a short trailer for the book which includes my reading a line or two, then click this link…  https://youtu.be/aAzz-XGo-ks

195: Garden

SAMSUNG DIGITAL CAMERAGardens dotted along the line of your life are oases for us too. Where you placed us, and walked in the cool of evening, naming us and fashioning the first Designer clothes. Where your forehead oozed bitter blood, and you longed to sink deep into olive roots. Where you prayed and we slept. Where your death began with a kiss in the scented night air. Where you rested for a time and then awaited angelic hands to roll the millstone from around your neck, our sin borne and removed. And where you smiled at Mary and spoke her name and cartwheeled her heart and ours.

 

© Photo and text Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2016