Tag Archives: God

Lent 36

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You are soft as velvet one moment, and all teeth and talons the next. I cannot tell when we shall see the dove or the eagle, or what will cause the lion to bare his teeth and snarl. Hypocrites seem to do it, or those calling themselves pure and righteous in your sight, when you said that not even you are good, but only the Father. Changeable face, unchanging heart, giving each exactly what is needed.

Art and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2018

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Lent 23

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Hearing the sea can happen at any moment. It is always crashing onto the beach of life, onto those tidal places where the edge-dwellers and turtles comb the shore. If you listen to your own breath, and the name it speaks, you will hear it, rising and falling, the waves passing in and then out, the ebb and flow of holy water.

Art and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2018 Artwork inspired by a reference photo by Linda Bolser Gilmore with kind permission.

Lent 21

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The brass trumpet calls like an alpine horn, long and low across the meadow. The flowers would answer if they could but only the goats lift their heads and shake them, as if blaming their fanciful imaginations for the sound. They have no idea they are being summoned by love to a real feast, as they eat anything and everything they can find, thinking hats are lunch, and washing lines, vines with delicious hanging fruit. “How foolish!” We cry, and then realise we too may be missing the true banquet.

Art and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2018

reference photo for quick pastel sketch courtesy of Therese Wontorek

Lent 20

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The trembling gives you away, so that we know you are cold and frightened, full of dread and longing for the warmth of an open fire, or open arms. Let the tender heart of God then enfold you and still those shakes. Let grace wrap around you like a home woven blanket, and sit you on her lap with a warm cup of cocoa, telling you the story of how you began as a seed of starlight, and were lullabied across a universe of love to become yourself.

Photo and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2018

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 10

dad and peacock butterfly

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