I’ve heard it said
That there are days
When diamond dust
Glitters in the still frosty air.
There are days when
We wake up to ice crystals
Tumbling out of thick fog
When glitter floats around
Sparkling in bright winter sunshine
Clouds of diamond dust form
And walking through
We imprint them with our bodies.
There are days when
Heaven comes close,
when eyes are opened
Veils become thin
And glory shines through
In sunburst splendour.
With Heavens dust
Leave us breathless
In His Presence.
So we go on an overnight silent retreat, sleeping out under the stars on the cliffs of the Gower Peninsular in Wales. In the morning we scatter to find individual places of prayer . I scramble down the rocks under the unusually hot sun and find a small bay where I stay by the rocks as the tide comes in.
I start to write and the words flow. As I write I begin to see that these hours spent here were really like a mirror encapsulating the last 5 years that my life had been.
This was some time ago now, but I have never forgotten that morning by the sea. And so the poem Three Cliffs Bay …..
Three Cliffs Bay
Here am I
Perched, wedged between the rocks,
skin and bones squeezed between these
Pushed back, confined by incoming tide.
Hiding from scorching sun.
And doesn’t this describe my life?
Seeking a hiding place from
The unchangeable, unarguable elements.
The absolutes of life.
The sea, rocks and sand
that’s shaped where I’ve ended up.
My skin and bones are soft
in comparison to these elements.
There are some things you can’t argue
or even dialogue with.
I feel very human this morning.
Very aware of vulnerability.
Yes, and now the tide turns.
I see the high tide mark on the cliffs.
The tide has turned
And I need to move with this tide.
God says, The tide has turned
In my life.
And I move out from restriction
And explore again.
The tide has turned.
I go down to freshly emerging sand
And mark new footprints
And claim new ground as mine.
As tide retreats I continue
Then taking shoes off,
Splashing into waters
Tears rolling down cheeks.
God, this is intoxicating!
Then two swimmers swim round
From next bay and enter my cove.
My appointment is over.
Sometimes there’s a blank canvas in front of us and that can be frightening, but there can be new conversations with Father that begin to open up new treasures within. Sometimes we need permission to dream afresh, especially when hope lies broken on the ground.
And then vision begins to flow again, and new destiny begins to emerge. We do indeed have influence in high places as Sons and Daughters. Truly. I wonder what He is calling forth in us today? New songs, new artistic designs, poems, dances, strategies, creative thinking?
And that my ideas, desires and dreams
Can move you, shape your world?
A co-labourer, a collaborator
A friend, a son?
So there’s room for my spontaneity?
I can dream with you, dance with you
Talk with you and so you
Unlock deep wells of creativity.
My life the gate of Heaven?
‘This is my wake up call, my trumpet sound for you.
Dream afresh, sing, shout.
Your dreams are my raw materials and that which is crushed I release.
I’m calling forth visions, dreams and songs.
I come to lift you up.’
To stand before you In the full authority of sonship.
You lift me up To share your throne.
To shape your world
To shake the nations