Tag Archives: sacred

New Mercies and News

Dear friends,

I hope you are having a peaceful and enlightening Advent. It’s a difficult time of year to be anything other than harried, I know! Here at Fresh Mercies we have been very quiet for a long time, due to my M.E. worsening, and various stresses and strains of life, which seem to be forever with us.


I do have some good news to share with you, which is that I have a book out next June, being published by Paraclete Press. It is a collection of sacred receivings, born out of contemplative prayer, and is called Recital of Love. Paraclete have already designed it a beautiful cover as you can see, and it is available to preorder from them and all the usual suspects, if you so wish.

Buoyed by this, I continue to work at my other writings and am going to try to come back to this blog in the New Year. Given I am also now blogging at More than Writers, The Thinking Faith Project, Godspace, and one or two other places, this may be monthly rather than daily!

I want to thank you for not unfollowing this site whilst I’ve been on hiatus, and for your loyalty to this strange ministry of writing that the Lord has put on my heart. I hope, whether you are new here or have been reading since day one, that you will find something to sustain or bless you, wherever you are with life and faith.

God bless you,



Lent 16


Translucence may be the next stage in the life of a pearl. For this oh too solid flesh to melt and prise itself apart so that beams and rays might travel through it, lighting all things up and calling everything sacred.

Photo and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2018

154. Rubbish and a Rose (Aesthetics 13)

rose and dustbin

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

145: Grove



Ent moot caught in-between groanings, a petrified pause pregnant with soon-to-be sighs and nearly nothings, the circle of trees waits, bent-boughed, towards the centre, knowing the whispers will come. The wisdom is carried in by rustling breezes, softer than wings, truer than words, weaving through pliant leaves and welcoming bowers. Here then, is the place to be found, silent and whole, till the light hits the sacred spot where you sit, when you may smile and give thanks, before heading home.


©Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2015