St Melangellby Dawn Burrows
The lytchgate opens and snatches on the latch.Behind us old stone walls and a simple bell towersounding now only the crows on the roof.Yet there is refuge here from the wildand the sharp rise of rock drawing down heaven.It leans on the yew treesthe bats tumble heady on it.Wind lashes our faces unloosens our hairwe pull in our coats like shrouds.Our feet have always pointed in this directionyet now she has called us here.The blow of her horn sounds across worlds.A rush of aira whisper in grasses where the hare hides.He is waiting with Godhe has always been therein plain sight.It is only usthat have been away.
The lytchgate opens and snatches on the latch.Behind us old stone walls and a simple bell towersounding now only the crows on the roof.Yet there is refuge here from the wildand the sharp rise of rock drawing down heaven.It leans on the yew treesthe bats tumble heady on it.Wind lashes our faces unloosens our hairwe pull in our coats like shrouds.Our feet have always pointed in this directionyet now she has called us here.The blow of her horn sounds across worlds.A rush of aira whisper in grasses where the hare hides.He is waiting with Godhe has always been therein plain sight.It is only usthat have been away.
"I wrote this inspired by your lovely sessions on the Gospel of Thomas I thought you might like to know" (Dawn)
Names of God
A meditation on hebrew and Aramaic names of God found in the Hebrew Bible and the language of Jesus of Nazareth, sung and recorded by Georgia Pinacre, a member or our wider community, who lived in Gower in COVID years. The footage was shot in Gower and edited by Tim.
Fisherman (Dawn Burrows)
He does not have to steer the little craft Though he has the strong arms and hands for it It simply bobs on the horizon of conversation between them He has set his nets only the quiet blue of afternoon the to-ing and fro-ing of words thrown out on the waves reeled back in again Where wide sky falls into sea That unfenced deep flashing silver in the imagined Lights up the summer waters Surface to draw breathGreat shoals of upheaval under the little boat Yet undisturbed it simply bobs on their chatter One moment moored by the unsaid in the next unloosed with the spoken So that it is fixed around them This story of the sea Then something he has said catches in her heart He sees the landing Of a great fish She gathers it in her arms and holds it up to him Turning from her he casts all others back to the blue.
He does not have to steer the little craft Though he has the strong arms and hands for it It simply bobs on the horizon of conversation between them He has set his nets only the quiet blue of afternoon the to-ing and fro-ing of words thrown out on the waves reeled back in again Where wide sky falls into sea That unfenced deep flashing silver in the imagined Lights up the summer waters Surface to draw breathGreat shoals of upheaval under the little boat Yet undisturbed it simply bobs on their chatter One moment moored by the unsaid in the next unloosed with the spoken So that it is fixed around them This story of the sea Then something he has said catches in her heart He sees the landing Of a great fish She gathers it in her arms and holds it up to him Turning from her he casts all others back to the blue.
Greenbelt 2024
Nabeel Masih and Fr Tim Ardouin offer closing satsang for the festival. Nabeel's north Indian musical roots blend with Tim's Celtic heritage to create space for contemplative experience and intimacy with God.