Young Coal Tits
In the silver birch,
Restless flittering, constant chirruping:
Young coal tits’ lunchtime!
In the silver birch,
Restless flittering, constant chirruping:
Young coal tits’ lunchtime!
Sermon focused on Matthew 3:11, looking at baptism with water, baptism with the Holy Spirit, and baptism with fire.
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Swooping, circling, turning, tumbling,
Soaring silhouettes in dusky gold sky –
Swifts at sunset.
It sows itself, unaided,
It grows by itself, unaided,
And every spring its flowers come
In a burst of brilliant blue.
There they were, on the path in front of me,
Cheerfully splashing in a muddy pool:
Two unknown birds, just challenging me to
Identify them.
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In our garden are two silver birch trees,
Both grew from wind-blown self-sown seeds.
I found the saplings thirty years ago
And transplanted them to where they now grow.
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In every other tree
A robin sings
Territorially,
Assertively
Staking his claim,
His right to be
Right here
In this tree.
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David wrote…
One thing have I asked,
One thing do I seek:
To dwell in God’s presence,
All the days of my life,
To gaze on his beauty,
To listen to his voice.
Only one thing matters.
I met an aged apple farmer
Busy with his work,
His face was gnarled and weather beaten
Like apple-tree bark.