A poem for Holy week

This is a post I wrote in my original blog last Holy Week. I felt it belonged here now so I offer it once again.

These words began to form in my mind quite some years ago.
It concerns Jesus after his arrest when he is brought, firstly, before King Herod and afterwards, before the Roman Governor, Pontius Pilate.

                        ONLY SILENCE

                  He didn't speak to Herod,
                  But for Pilate there were answers;
                  One, of his own race, a king,
                  And one, the hated foreign ruler.

                  We may wonder why this silence 
                  for the one and not the other.

                  May we learn when not to answer
                  Is the wiser path to follow.
                  When the hearer doesn't listen
                  Only silence speaks our truth.  

Why is it that we can see these things, and even write poems about them, but not be able to follow our own advice or, even more so, the example of Jesus? Still learning, I suppose.

Some more thoughts

Even the smallest particle within creation is held in existence by the pulsating power of God's love.

We are held in the heart of an all-encompassing love.

God is my comfortable companion.

To God

Let your love and truth be the bed-rock of my life.

Heal my heart, 
Soften my soul,
Still my mind.

Please bring us from our needs to our knees.

Some more thoughts from my notebooks

Magnifying God

Be as a curved piece of glass
in which God's light may be focussed and transmitted
and set fire to the hearts of all who see.

Free Will

The gift of free will is sometimes just too great a weight for us to bear.
It is as a tossed caber that we cannot balance.
We totter and fall under its burden.

Put all that is chaos
into the hands and heart of God.

Life-raft

At certain times in our lives, all we can do is try to imagine ourselves 
afloat on a raft on the river of life.
It may seem paper-thin, but it is made of indestructible material.
It is woven with the thread of God's love.

Some thoughts on God from my notebooks

God is one and God is infinity. 
God is a circle of love.

(Mathematically speaking, a circle has one side and, at the same time, may be considered to have an infinitely large number of infinitely small straight sides; one and infinity together.)

PS How nice to think that, because a circle is the symbol of love, a ring has been chosen to be the symbol of marriage.

Everything good, everything amazing and wonderful 
is a glimpse of the glory of God.

We must try to pray in the power of God,
and not in the doubts and impossibilities
of our own minds.

Let us try to walk
in the holiness of God.

We have become custodians
of the ancient word of God.

About the adventure of God

Why does this seem like an adventure to me? I really don't know but it does.

Thinking about God, for me, is like entering the Tardis or C.S. Lewis's wardrobe; you think you're entering a phone box or an ordinary piece of furniture and, lo and behold, you find yourself in another world, a great cavern, the Cathedral of the Universe.

It's as exciting to me as science or art or sport or music or falling in love or any other of the great wonders and delights of our world. If you see the whole of creation as God's handiwork, as I do, then whatever joy you find in life is a part of that universal joy which is in the heart of God.

I'm going to re-read this and think it sounds like a crazy ramble but I just wanted to begin sharing my jottings and thoughts on God with, if you like, an overture of exuberance before the great symphony of God's life and love which runs through and inhabits every nook and cranny of our world.

Welcome and introduction

For some time now, I have been aware that I have not written very much about the God of my 'On God and all sorts'.
By some unintended happy chance, I had two sites called janjotting and the idea grew in my mind that it might be better to separate my posts into two groups, which, courtesy of husband and son, R, I have been able to do; so now for a new stage of the adventure.
I strongly suspect that my motives are not all laudable. I'm probably worried that 'God thoughts' might seem off-putting for some and 'all sorts' might seem trivialising for others.
Be that as it may, thinking and wanting to write about God has been one of the most important threads of my life, certainly from about the age of ten. In fact, I thought everybody felt the same, the way you do at that sort of age. It didn't take me too long to discover that they didn't.
I am not a theologian, I have never studied religion apart from at school and, much later, a distance learning course on teaching RE in a Catholic school. My only qualifications are a lifelong belief in and love of God and a brain which won't stop thinking thoughts and ideas that keep shouting out to be shared (yes, I do know it's actually me).
It honestly doesn't matter to me if anyone chooses to read my jottings or not. Of course I hope they might and will be very chuffed if they do, but the point is the choice is there. All those thoughts don't just have to go on echoing in my mind and cluttering up my life on myriads of slips of paper and scrawled-upon notebooks everywhere.
Through the wonder of the internet, people like me can achieve these dreams; what an amazing joy and privilege.