A Meditation out of the book of Psalms

This creative piece has been offered to us by Hilary

I write of the One who created land and sea.

The One who cares for the land and waters it.

The One who set His Glory above the Heavens.

The One who created me

To have some understanding of the wonder of Beauty.

Interconnectedness with unfathomed diversity.

My Spirit sings, ’How wonderful you are.’

I take a small seed in due time,

I place it in warm moist soil.

Then you “drench its furrows”

And “soften the hard places”

“Crowning the year with your bounty”

To share, to enjoy, to live on and conserve

With loving care, for the next planting time.

In an everlasting cycle of growth.

Man becomes greedy

Lakes and wells dry up
           
Rain is withheld

Deserts extend

Earthquakes shatter his life.

There are violent storms, floods and pestilence

Destruction, starvation and great inequality.

Irreparable damage to the Garden of Eden.

Is this all in the Creators plan?

Do we sit back and wait for Armageddon?

Dreaming I see it as searing heat,

Massive human migrations, north and south.

Children and women, with a few animals and precious seeds,

Searching and searching for water and shade.

For a place to plant and grow food again

Where they can feel at Home.

Is this Earths destiny?

Can the wealthy start again

On another equally beautiful planet

Made by our creator?

Or do we sit back waiting to die?

As if God has this in the plan – yet still,

Supposedly, loving every part of His Creation?

With a pure and Mystical Love.

Does God punish us,

Or do we bring it on ourselves?

We cry “Protect me. Rescue me”

While pursuing our violent lives.

‘I must have.’

‘I need.’

‘I am more important than the other.’

This is the song of our time, a mantra.

“Create in us a New Spirit

O God lover of our souls.”

“In whom we live and move and have our being.”

As your multicoloured, multifaithed children,

Promised heirs to your glory,

Which we glimpse frequently but dimly

On this beautiful Holy home where we find our selves,

On this mysterious journey.

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