Yesterday was damp, cold and grey. The sea was grey. The sky was grey. I felt grey.
Musing on my accordion… given to me by my mother nearly 60 years ago. I felt like my accordion – elderly, leaky bellows… pushing the wrong buttons, playing the right notes, but not necessarily in the right order…
I met with David who retired on Wednesday. David had worked for many years in a tough school in the middle of Lowestoft… children with problems, families needing care, understanding, patience, hard work…
He’d had a good send off. He’d received presents, cards, kind words, good wishes… Heavy responsibilities were no longer his. We chatted… families, church, the future… cares and concerns shared…
I remembered his song: ‘It’s been a long, cold, lonely winter… Here comes the sun, and I say It’s alright.’ It’s a song of hope and sunshine – from the cold grey loneliness of winter.
George Harrison’s last recorded words were: ‘Everything else can wait, but the search for God cannot wait, and love one another.’
We watched Strictly… Hamza and Jowita danced to ‘He lives in you’ from ‘The Lion King’:
He lives in you
He lives in me
He watches over
Everything we see
Into the water
Into the truth
In your reflection
He lives in you
Beautiful dancing, beautiful song, beautiful message.
I read ‘St Patrick’s Breastplate’
Christ be with me, Christ within me,
Christ behind me, Christ before me,
Christ beside me, Christ to win me,
Christ to comfort and restore me,
Christ beneath me, Christ above me,
Christ in quiet, Christ in danger,
Christ in hearts of all that love me,
Christ in mouth of friend and stranger.
Musing… David, George, Hamza, Patrick… friendship, sharing… sunshine instead of greyness… he lives in you… my leaky bellows still produce melodies that aren’t always tuneful… but there’s reassurance and hope… Christ with me, within me, behind me, before me, beside me…