Jesus, whatever the flavour that seasons this season
You are the same, yesterday, today and forever.
Your table is set, and Your voice is calling:
‘Come and eat and drink with Me.’

As each new day gifts me with fresh occasions to sing Your praise,
Nothing changes the essence of Your unceasing love.
I say, ‘Good morning, Lord,’ and dedicate myself anew,
resolved to live for You. (2 Cor.5:9)

Your love is purer than a lily;
more tender than the fragrance of bluebells on the Malvern Hills;
more far-reaching than the longest radio beam;
more intent than a hunter on its prey.

When the seasons collide in seeming chaos and confusion,
let me fold my heart around this thought and hold it close:
that although the past is the past, it is more than ‘just’ the past;
we lived and shared it together, Lord, so it is no longer only mine but ours.

As for the future, Lord, that is Yours to decree:
I simply pray it may assume a God-given hue.
I commit to You now the one and only thing I can:
the sacrament of this present moment –
this outward sign of an inward grace.

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