in the park

 

 

the evening shadows

play across the water

it's all happening here

in the park

 

a football match has not started well

the ball is lost

but a rescue has begun

 

sickness and death

lie out of bounds

we dare not touch

for fear

we may be found

two lovers meet

and part

here in the park

new beginnings

a fresh spring start

 

 

 

 

a transitioning

There's something deeply moving and reflective about Autumn, the transition between a season of rich, colourful growth and a season of cold, bleak darkness. It has a unique sense of calm and a poignant beauty all of its own.

The fruits of our church eco-garden have long since gone. But now the beautiful sub-structure on which it is built is revealed in all its resplendent glory.