After reading Harry Enoch’s ‘genealogy’ of Winchester, I was contemplating all the people I knew while growing up and all those who came before – of the things they did, the seeds they planted that have bloomed into a city we call Winchester. I was moved by a bit of sadness that they are not around today to see the fruits of their efforts.
Our Changing Course
If it were you in that phone booth,
where would you be going, who
would you be calling, making
clear your plans for dinner – are
now thwarted expectations,
making clear your material
rage?
We make movies about our
frustration, write books about
anxiety, about what
we see, about what we feel,
about profiled structures of
heroes finding heart, yet we
remain caught in the longings
of divine discontent,
without patience, never seeing
nature’s changing course towards
miracles.
There has never been
nor ever will be
anyone exactly like you,
doing what you can do
in the only way only you can do;
why nature called you into
being – to do, to be, to change.
Faith requires darkness where
seed
never sees the flower.
