View of Lilacs, 5th May 2020.


The lilac tree out front waves when cars pass

and shakes when the wind blows, animated.

Not a painting, though visionary; less like reality than 

Video tape, colour, no sound, played  

in a glass window, six panes that change when the gold light breaks 

on the hollow roofs of houses, filling space like April – 


May. Maybe the white of it stands 

for something, splitting glass, fragmenting

space, cutting squares in life so things grow and change 

in units, slowly, becoming each its own entity, unjoining 

branch from leaf, so though things move they never 

create through fusion. When the sun sets there’s


nothing. Or, maybe a room reflected twice, three times, going on forever,

caved by self-sufficiency so as to you unaware 

with its completeness. So, 


there is no lilac tree, no street, only a drainage pipe running to dryness

after rain, like when a headlight makes you blink back reality

in a vision of purple life in its entirety, waving unaware. 

Heather Glover

Inner stillness in a changing world


I sit still beside the ever-changing sea and watch the restless tide, 

Ever moving, ever busy, going in, going out; going in going out.

I hear the whoosh as waves crash on the foreshore, 

With froth cascading in all directions.


I look at the damp sand showing the presence of the changing tide.

Washed by the Holy Spirit, I wonder if God will leave a visible sign on me 

that others can see.


Effortlessly a winter storm has carried a fully grown tree high up onto the beach. 

Centuries old sand dunes have eroded into the sea by the pounding of the waves in 

a single night.


Lord help me to stand firm amongst the constant pounding in my life.  Mould and 

change me as dramatically as you did the sea shore. Make me as smooth as the 

pebbles, churned by the sea, sweetening the rough edges and as unique as the 

driftwood washed up.  Change is chaotic, but births something new. 


He who has the power to move oceans, gently washes my feet and holds me close.

Lord, what are Your plans for the World to-day? 

Jesus, what are Your plans for me for the next 12 hours….?

till the water rushes back, filling this place and covering traces of my existence

with the dance of the tide.


Lillian Johnstone 11/5/2020

'Ain't Life Grand!' the statement roars,

For some of us that's true.

At least a few days every year

we know our path and thinks look clear.

The thoughts that make us feel contented;

relationships we have cemented;

the joys and hopes of work and play;

the knowledge gained thought the day;

bring dreams much easier to fulfil,

so we draw on strengths with deeper will.



For some

the statement roars 'Ain't Life Grand!'

But what of those without the glitz?

'Life Sucks!'

'Life's Boring!'

'Life's just the Pits!'

You feel alone, no guided way.

No dreams of action for work or play.

Your inner world is solitude.

Your empty heart just fits your mood.

There is no path that's safe for you.

You're searching,


But have no clue

what was to turn

or whom to trust.

The statement yells 'Life's just a Bust!'

If you're honest, you'll agree,

that statement screams to most of us?

So here we are, a mixed up soul,



not quite whole.

There are alleys,

cobbled ways and roads,

treed lanes, huge highways,

flowering groves,

the straight and narrow?

or winding route?

What gate to take?

What avenue?

What pathway has the Blessed fruit?

Throughout this turmoil, good or bad,

Jesus waits.

Forget the 'Grand'.

Forget the 'Bust'.

Forget the question,

embrace the trust.

Shrug off the doubt.

Seek His love.

Your chosen path

comes from above.

The common word in statements shared is


'I am the Bread of Life' He said.

Be still, and take, and eat this Bread.

Margaret Lumley, February 2008

New Kilpatrick Parish Church

28 Kirk Place

Bearsden G61 3RT


Rev Roddy Hamilton

0141 942 8827

Scottish Charity SC012997

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