One of the things I have been praying for lately is serenity. Serenity is running errands in town after lunch; realising that I’ve gone back to being on a rather low dose of pain killers for the past several days; noting how the brass band in Church Square echoes off of the Town Hall building. Serenity is noticing the soft quality of winter light, both golden and cool, as it falls on the world, with the ruins of the cathedral standing in silhouette at the end South Street and the hills south of town dusted with snow. Serenity is opening my mouth to sing, and have the first words to come be, ‘For the beauty of the earth, for the glory of the skies, for the love which from our birth, over and around us lies…’
I am thankful for these glimpses of serenity.
ETA: It’s starting to feel like Christmas, with watching Love Actually while making ornaments in the light of the Christmas Tree, and the snow falling outside.