“you are Gods work of art...” Ephesians 2 v 10

Michelangelo : Slave

God’s work of art.

That’s me ?

Then Beauty must lie

In the eye of the

Beholder.

I feel more like

One of those statues

Michelangelo left

Half emerging

From the marble block;

Full of potential,

On the verge of life,

but prisoned still

By circumstance and

Fear.

Michelangelo : Slaves

yet part of me is free -

And you are still creating,

Bringing to life

The promise that is there.

Michelangelo : Slave

Sometimes by 

Hammer blows

Which jar my being,

Sometimes by

Tender strokes half felt

Which waken me to

Life.

Go on, Lord.

Love me into wholeness.

Set me free 

To share with you

In your creative joy;

To laugh with you

At your delight

In me,

Your work of art.

poem by Ann Lewin, ‘Revelation’  found in ‘Invitations’ by Francis Dewar p 98

A Stir Up Sunday Christmas Cake for a nearby church has got me thinking life at the moment is full of a wide mix of ingredients:  wet towels hanging ever wetter on the washing line as the rain sleets down; yesterday's glorious sunshine golden autumnal trees & intriguing craft stalls; lovely silence group; a painting slowly growing layer on layer: deep reds & purples and brilliant orange-red dawn, looking forward to Easter; but in early morning bumper to bumper traffic crawling slowly downhill, dawn sunshine lights up a vista of buildings through the mist & thinking of the Philippines disaster, I suddenly imagined all these buildings flattened & a surge of flood water 5 m above high tide pouring up river, submerging the cars below.. how would we ever cope?  Then I read about the way climate warming has been miscalculated, leaving out temperature rises in the Arctic, leaving decision makers thinking it can be ignored as it seems to be going away .http://www.independent.co.uk/environment/climate-change/exposed-the-myth-of-the-global-warming-pause-8945607.html