The Rose



How silently
how silently the rose
from nothingness in bud appears
and piano pianissimo
it bursts blood petalled
manwards silently
and thirsts for hallowed recognition.
Then blown returns to dust
assured of resurrection.
How silently
how silently the rose.

              - Harry Wiggett, Collected Poems, 1970-2006
                   (South African priest and poet)



Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem!
Praise your God, O Zion!...
He gives snow like wool;
He scatters the frost like ashes.
He casts forth His ice as fragments,
Who can stand before His cold?
He sends forth His word and melts them
He causes His wind to blow and the waters to flow.

 -Psalm 147:12-18

Do Not Be Afraid


When evening came, his disciples went down to the sea, got into a boat, and started across the sea to Capernaum. It was now dark, and Jesus had not yet come to them. The sea became rough because a strong wind was blowing. When they had rowed about three or four miles, they saw Jesus walking on the sea and coming near the boat, and they were frightened.

But he said to them, “It is I; do not be afraid.”

John 6:16-20




Here’s another way to put it: You’re here to be light, bringing out the God-colors in the world. God is not a secret to be kept. We’re going public with this, as public as a city on a hill. If I make you light-bearers, you don’t think I’m going to hide you under a bucket, do you? I’m putting you on a light stand. Now that I’ve put you there on a hilltop, on a light stand—shine! Keep open house; be generous with your lives. By opening up to others, you’ll prompt people to open up with God, this generous Father in heaven.”

Matthew 5:14-16