TRINITY

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3 is the magic number

3 is a prime number

divisible

by itself and one

God in three persons

the Blessed Trinity

3 in 1

and

1 in 3

Father,

Son

Holy Spirit

rooted together

Never to be separated

together for ever

for us

given

in

LOVE

Margaret P Higham

Beautiful Bluebells

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The Bluebell

The bluebell is the sweetest flower

That waves in summer air;

Its blossoms have the mightiest power

To soothe my spirit’s care.

There is a spell in purple heath

Too wildly, sadly dear;

The violet has a fragrant breath

But fragrance will not cheer.

The trees are bare, the sun is cold;

And seldom, seldom seen;

The heavens have lost their zone of gold

The earth its robe of green;

And ice upon the glancing stream

Has cast its sombre shade

And distant hills and valleys seem

In frozen mist arrayed –

The bluebell cannot charm me now

The heath has lost its bloom,

The violets in the glen below

They yield no sweet perfume.

But though I mourn the heather-bell

‘Tis better far, away;

I know how fast my tears would swell

To see it smile today;

And that wood flower that hides so shy

Beneath the mossy stone

Its balmy scent and dewy eye:

‘Tis not for them I moan.

It is the slight and stately stem,

The blossom’s silvery blue,

The buds hid like a sapphire gem

In sheaths of emerald hue.

‘Tis these that breathe upon my heart

A calm and softening spell

That if it makes the tear-drop start

Has power to soothe as well.

For these I weep, so long divided

Through winter’s dreary day,

In longing weep–but most when guided

On withered banks to stray.

If chilly then the light should fall

Adown the dreary sky

And gild the dank and darkened wall

With transient brilliancy,

How do I yearn, how do I pine

For the time of flowers to come,

And turn me from that fading shine

To mourn the fields of home –

By Emily Bronte

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Faith and sunglasses

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Where do you wear your faith,

around your neck,

on a chain,

in your heart,

on your sleeve.

Where do you wear your sunglasses,

Over your eyes or on your head.

Over your eyes they have a use

On you head they have a use.

Both have a place in life

24/7

365 days a year.

Don’t wear your faith for show

Don’t let sunglasses stop you seeing the world how is it.

The sun isn’t always out

but faith should always be out,

not hidden behind dark glasses.

Margaret P Higham

THE FLEET

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The Fleet

It sits betwixt and between
shingle shore and yonder green bank
haunt of smugglers in times past
home of fishermen,
yesterday,
today,
and tomorrow.

a place of peace,
a place of tranquility,
a place to reflect,
that place,
The Fleet.

home to the swan,
majestic and white,
so pure,
so strong,
so elegant,
as it glides across the fleet,
serene,
with head held high.

a place of peace.
a place of tranquility,
a place to reflect.
that is the Fleet.

the boats traverse the fleet,
through strength of men,
that they may catch fish
In order to feed the soul.

a place of peace,
a place of tranquilty,
a place to reflect
on Gods created world,
that is the Fleet.

Margaret Preuss-Higham

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Restored

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Restored

What was it he said? Ah, yes I recall

“Knock down this temple in three days,

it will rise,

it will return”

And so it was,

It could not be broken

Stone rolled away

Cloth discarded

Tomb empty

“Why do you weep” said he

“My Lord has gone” Said she

She could not see, She could not hear

Through her tears, Through her sorrow

“Mary” said he

She heard

“Rabboni” said she

The temple restored

An earthly friendship resumed

For but a short while

Christ is Risen

Alleluia Alleluia

Margaret Preuss-Higham

John 20;15 & 16

Jesus spoke to her, “Woman, why do you weep? Who are you looking for?” She, thinking that he was the gardener, said, “Mister, if you took him, tell me where you put him so I can care for him.” Jesus said, “Mary.” Turning to face him, she said in Hebrew, “Rabboni!” meaning “Teacher!”

Good Friday

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The day is near, the time has come

Bread is broken, Wine is drunk
The deal is done,

Fate has been sealed
Sealed with a kiss, the sign of love, no less
How times have changed, how people change
From cries of love, to cries of hate
The awaited one came, they couldn’t see
He healed, taught love but, still they did not see
Now time has passed, they’ve had their chance,
they chose their path.
Hand are washed, backs are turned
The cross stands high, one of three, for all to see
Bang, bang, bang,
Nails,
one, two and three
The crown of thorns, to crown a king
Spills blood for sins He came to bear
The sky, it darkens
Father
Forgive , forgive, forgive
It’s over
BUT NOT THE END

by  Margaret  Preuss-Higham

Count your blessings

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When the month of April is mentioned, the word that usually follows very quickly is “ showers” . April showers reminds me of the song made famous by Al Jolson.

It goes like this;

“Life is not a highway strewn with flowers, still it holds a goodly share of bliss.
When the sun gives way to April showers, here is the point you should never miss
Though April showers may come your way, they bring the flowers that bloom in May
So if it’s raining, have no regrets, because it isn’t raining rain, you know(It’s raining violets)
And where you see clouds upon the hills, you soon will see crowds of daffodils.
So keep on looking for a blue bird, and listening for his song, whenever April showers come along”
lyrics by B. G. De Sylva.

Al Jolson recorded ‘April Showers’ in the autumn of 1921 and a critic said that he sang it with faith to move mountains and audiences. The lyrics remind us that even “April showers may come” our way,” they bring the flowers that bloom in May”. Of course, the rain is synonymous with bad things, and troubled times and ‘the mayflowers’ with good things and brighter future. We are told to “keep on looking for the Bluebird’ while listening for his song”, which again is urging us to look for the good and not to dwell on the bad things in life.

When I listen to these words, for me the “bluebird “ represents God, the Daffodils, the flowers that bloom in May and the violets, which are growing in the church yard, are a few of the many blessings God showers on us. God showers us with so many blessings , that at difficult times it is hard to bring them to mind.

This year, the beginning of April coincides with the end of Lent, when the Church journeys with Christ to the Cross during Passion tide. On Easter Sunday Christians all over the world celebrate the Resurrection of the Risen Christ. It is a time also to remember our baptism. Christ’s death and Resurrection brings hope to all, in his death he bought to us reconciliation with God, a great blessing.

I once heard an interview with Archbishop Desmond Tutu, when he was asked if he considered himself to be an optimist. His reply was “I consider myself a prisoner of hope, yes, I am a prisoner of hope” Without hope, where would we be ?

So the next time you are caught in an ‘April’ shower or any rain shower, instead of worrying about getting wet, smile and think of Gene Kelly singing and dancing in the rain and count your many blessings.

Good Friday

The day is near, the time has come

Bread is broken, Wine is drunk
The deal is done, Fate has been sealed
Sealed with a kiss, the sign of love, no less
How times have changed, how people change
From cries of love, to cries of hate
The awaited one came, they couldn’t see
He healed, taught love but, still they did not see
Now time has passed, they’ve had their chance,
they chose their path
Hand are washed, backs are turned
The cross stands high, one of three, for all to see
Bang, bang, bang,
Nails,
one, two and three
The crown of thorns, to crown a king
Spills blood for sins He came to bear
The sky, it darkens
Father
Forgive , forgive, forgive
It’s over

BUT NOT THE END