I love reading about the planting of the sycamore gap saplings. A picture from one planted locally caught my eye as there seemed such a holy reverence in the images. It inspired this which I thought might be apt to post in the randomness of the space between Christmas and new year.<\/p>\n
They felled the tree,
\nand for a moment the gap grew wider
\na space by an ancient wall,
\nan ache in the air.
\nYet even in absence,
\nsomething holy lingered.
\nThe earth itself began to hum
\nwith all the waiting things.<\/p>\n
Now across the land people kneel in winter rain,
\nhands muddy with faith,
\npressing small roots into cold earth.
\nEach sapling a testament
\nthat what is lost is not forgotten,
\nthat gaps can cradle more than grief.<\/p>\n
God is not afraid of empty spaces.
\nThe womb,
\nthe manger,
\nthe gap between promise and fulfilment,
\nall tremble with the same possibility.
\nSo we wait, we dig
\nand plant, with hope
\nbreathing reverence into the soil,
\ntrusting light will find a way again.
\nSo places one laid bare with winters frosty hue,
\nWill teem with laughter, swings and shade for summer\u2019s glow.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I love reading about the planting of the sycamore gap saplings. A picture from one planted locally caught my eye as there seemed such a holy reverence in the images. It inspired this which I thought might be apt to … Continue reading