Friday 8 April 2016

Better late than never?

link coming (here it is-12 hours later)

Lord of all hopefulness, Lord of all joy,
whose trust, ever childlike, no cares could destroy,
be there at our waking, and give us, we pray,
your bliss in our hearts, Lord, at the break of the day.

Waking up to a NEW YEAR.

Lord of all eagerness, Lord of all faith,
whose strong hands were skilled at the plane and the lathe,

i’m pretty useless with a lathe, i don’t really understand what i am meant to do with it. My dad though was pretty accomplished with the thing and had an extensive set of carpenter's tools. Maybe it wasn’t a lathe – i don’t really know what it is in fact, but he had a lot of planes. I don’t know how to use them either.

be there at our labours, and give us, we pray.
your strength in our hearts, Lord, at the noon of the day.

His workshop, as i remember, was in the garage and occasionally i had to hold the end of a piece of wood steady as he whittled and wottled (a word i just made up). And holding steady wasn’t something i was good at either so sessions like this usulally ended badly for both of us.
Funny though , i  don’t really remember him having a workshop before that but he certainly made the drinks cabinet, table and bread board way before the garage.

Lord of all kindliness, Lord of all grace,
your hands swift to welcome, your arms to embrace,

So he was pretty good with his hands i guess, i was pretty cakhanded. Still am in fact.

be there at our homing, and give us, we pray,
your love in our hearts, Lord, at the eve of the day.

Home is ? Home is where they take you in – someone said that on the radio recently.

Lord of all gentleness, Lord of all calm,
whose voice is contentment, whose presence is balm,

Balm. Tiger balm – there’s a pot on the bedside table. Gets used sometimes.

be there at our sleeping, and give us, we pray.
your peace in our hearts, Lord, at the end of the day.

Peace and love – happy new year.


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