Acrross the road there is a game of footy being played. All around... to the east and south west, traffic is zooming up and down the freeway. Cyclists are peddling and people are walking their dogs on the overpass.
Is it an accident that I find myself here? In this Hermitage provided by chance? Maybe. I sense a whiff of providence. Yes, it's lonely and isolated. There is alot of space between me and the world. Literal space. Fifty metres of grass and parkland seperate me from the frantic action of the world. I watch it all go past.
I turn and look at my ramshackle room. The now leafless tree outside the front door. I remember that bird sitting there a couple of months ago cleaning itself in the branches. I cannot forget that bird for some reason!
The lawn by Franks front window is carpeted with yellow leaves from the tree outside his bedroom window. He only swept them up last week, and here they are again.
The Tonic of Memory
The five unchangable realities;
- Favour
- Unfailing Love
- Promise
- Mercy (Grace)
- Compassion
These jewels of God are the dawn of peace that comes to me in the blanket of night. Like "the dawn to a bird." There is alot of birds around here. You can hear their chatter. Living notes. I picked up the feather ( looks like it came from a pigeon) from the grass under the tree. Perfectly formed. there are many lessons here. I dont think I will regret coming to this place. The sun comes and goes between tufts of flossy cloud.
The lesson of resting upon revealed truth.
