Today is my day for blogging at hopeful imagination. The poem is one of my recent discoveries – and its story shows why still, hopeful imagination is a necessary Christian virtue in a dangerous world.
Yesterday and the day before I cleaned the lock-block drive with a power hose and got into a mucky mess. There’s something therapeutic about removing 6 years grime, moss and the detritus of car tyres and bird offerings – clean stone is so, well, ….clean. Next therapy is painting the white roughcast of the house – more symbolic acts of whiter than snow, cleaner than clean; then as my contribution to restoring order on a disordered creation, I’ll include re-shaping the 25 foot trees at the front of the house. If all that is accomplished it will feel like I’ve been on holiday, huh?
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