Unblest good is Ill

Ill that God blesses is our good,

And unblest good is ill.

And all is right that seems wrong,

If it be His sweet will.

– Frederick W. Faber

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Morning brings word

I made this work to pay tribute to the love I yearn for each morning. I love the verse that inspired this: Psalm 143.8 where King David was running from his son Absalom who had just forcefully taken the kingdom from him. Out of all the troubles he’d experienced this was likely his scariest, most humiliating and he was at his lowest moment in life. In his desperate plea to God he asks him to let the morning bring him word of His unfailing love.

In my current storm many times I wake up to the sense of loss- the type you can feel in your gut and I totally relate to this plea – God let this morning bear word and proof of your passionate and unfailing love FOR me. I want to know you’re right here and that this huge hole won’t swallow me up. And somehow in the morning sunshine, the boil of a kettle, a pretty teacup, birds swooping down as they indulge in their morning play, and getting on with the responsibilities of the day, I feel that love fill up my broken places and spill over into my day.

Gouache and ink on 300gsm paper

Letting go just for this moment

Birdsong wakes me up and I shield my eyes from the morning sun – rays muffled by dark curtains but finding the cracks and beaming through. It’s a struggle to face another day in this journey of abandonment. Yes I’m still here, another day but still left behind.

I stumble out of bed seeking comfort. Kettle boils – cup of tea. My beautiful hot teacup radiates warmth into my soul as I sit in my nook. Breathe in…breathe out. Grace always knows where I am and soon I am enfolded.

I’ll let go of sorrow for this moment. Right now I know I’ll be fine. I wish this moment will last for the rest of my life.

Mixed media on canvas paper

You have recorded my troubles. You have kept a list of my tears – Psalm 56:8

Morning love

There’s so much I love about the morning. I never see myself as a morning person only because I struggle with waking up- but once I’m up I’m wide eyed most days enjoying the brilliance of the new fresh day.

This morning during my walk I was besotted with the liquid sunshine and shadows, shades of green on the trees, early signs of spring on the wild berry plants and textures all around. The creativity in nature is like a candy store to an attuned mind.

“The morning light bathes me with pulsating rays of your loyal love

Morning draws me into your heart, submerging me in your sea of unfailing love…” Meditating on Psalm143.8

Time and it’s Ways

 

Where did the time go
Just last night we were young and free
But right now it feels so long ago
Life sweeps by like the view from a speeding car
Some indelible – light up our memories like a glow
Others vague – flicker for a second once in a while
The rest – painful arrows, returned to the wind with a bow.

This time that we bear
Sometimes through dark tunnels
Laden like the humid summer air
Then released into wide open meadows
Free like the wind in our hair
Precious but often wasted
Fleeting yet with lots to spare.

But go time must
And we too with it
Eyes open to see it’s harvest
And closed to savour the moments
Hearts stretched for battles at their fiercest
Yet never left without a song
For somehow at all times we are still blessed.

-Nancy Eluigwe 2018