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A warm welcome from the Rector

Quality Time

I was blessed at the end of April to have a four-day retreat in North Devon, time away from home and parish; time away from phones, computers and social media; time to spend in reflective silence in God’s company; quality time resting in his love.

The weather was beautiful, as was the countryside in which I was able to walk, sit read and pray. On the second day I spent time at the top of a hill reflecting on the following lines from morning prayer, “Lord God, just and true, you make your salvation known in the sight of the nations; tune the song of our hearts to the music of creation...”

So I tuned my heart to the music of creation - bees hum, doves coo, pheasants bark, birds sing, rabbits dart, squirrels hop and sheep bleat - no phones, no speech, no TV - I sigh, I nod, I smile. Nothing was still yet there was a stillness, a peace – God - who cradled my head and assured me of His presence and love in all things.

  We know that time walking in the countryside or by the sea, anywhere away from the hustle and bustle, is good for our mental health and helps us to cope with the ups and downs of our lives.

A poem from William Wordsworth picks up on this theme and I offer it you and commend some quite time reflecting upon it whilst sharing the space with God.

 

Lines Written in Early Spring
BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.

To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What man has made of man.

Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And ’tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.

The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure:—
But the least motion which they made
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.

The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.

If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature’s holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?

  

  God Bless … Rev. Helen                                        


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