Reflections in Churchyard

In the new churchyard at the back of the church there are a number of reflections, most of which are written by local people. Below is a selection of them.

Hands

These hands that were no stranger to a carpenters labours and tools;
we place in them the work of our hands and our intellect.

These hands that with a touch healed the sick;
we reach out for your healing touch of body and mind.

These hands that broke bread to share with friends and strangers;
we ask for grace to share with those in need.

These hands that brought a world into being;
bring forth life in us.

Open hands;
unclench our hands to receive and to give.

Wounded hands;
soothe the wounds we have received
and forgive the wounds we have inflicted.

Safe hands;
hold our fragile selves in your safekeeping.

Praying hands;
receive the prayers of our hearts.

We put our hands in yours
and ask that you will walk with us through our whole life journey.

Wendy Blagden, Littlemore

Walk With Me

Walk with me on my journey
I need to know you’re there
To listen, guide and comfort me
My wounded self-repair

Walk with me on my journey
Be it to health or death
Work with me at my chosen pace
Show me that caring is love and grace

Walk with me on my journey
A difference you can make
A smile, your presence, a gentle touch
Can mean so very much

Walk with me on my journey
A companion for me be
Be a therapeutic carer
Make this bearable for me

Walk with me

 Di Disley, Littlemore

For a New Beginning

In out-of-the-way-places of the heart,
Where your thoughts never think to wonder,
This beginning has been quietly forming,
Waiting until you were ready to emerge.

For a long time it has watched your desire,
Feeling the emptiness growing inside you,
Noticing how you willed yourself on,
Still unable to leave what you had outgrown.

It watched you play with the seduction of safety
And the grey promises that sameness whispered,
Heard the waves of turmoil rise and relent,
Wondered would you always live like this.

Then the delight, when your courage kindled,
And out you stepped into new ground,
Your eyes young again with energy and dream,
A path of plenitude opening before you.

Though your destination is not yet clear
You can trust the promise of this opening;
Unfurl yourself into the grace of beginning
That is at one with your life’s desire.

Awaken your spirit to adventure;
Hold nothing back, learn to find ease in risk;
Soon you will be home in a new rhythm
For your soul senses the world that awaits you.

 (From Benedictus, a Book of Blessings, by John O Donohue)