BREAKTHROUGH

Finally no renters left in the old neglected house next door.  Overgrown with bushes and ivy, long grass through the cracks in the concrete, and peeling windowsills.  We were constantly cutting back branches of the trees and bushes overhanging our boundary fence, especially the privet, which I cursed each spring when it flowered.   Today the flippers came, ready to do battle, and I can finally see sky from my kitchen window.

steady whine
of a chainsaw
sun at last

 

THE PROMISE

Almost a thousand years before the birth of Christ, Micah, a minor prophet of Israel, told of the birthplace of the coming king… ‘But you, O Bethlehem of Ephrathah, who are one of the little clans of Judah, from you shall come forth for me one who is to rule in Israel, whose origin is from of old, from ancient days’

Always, through the ancient story
promise of a coming king
coming from his home in glory
the one of whom the angels sing.
Born to us in that far place
in a covenant of love
that we may one day see his face
in our eternal home above.

Hallelujah, what a Saviour

© Maureen Sudlow

THIS EARTH…

The King of Glory

A Psalm of David.

The earth is the Lord’s and the fullness thereof,
the world and those who dwell therein,
For he has founded it upon the seas
and established it upon the rivers.

Who shall ascend the hill of the Lord?
And who shall stand in his holy place?
He who has clean hands and a pure heart,
who does not lift up his soul to what is false
and does not swear deceitfully.
He will receive blessing from the Lord
and righteousness from the God of his salvation.
Such is the generation of those who seek him,
who seek the face of the God of Jacob. Sela

Lift up your heads, O gates!
And be lifted up, O ancient doors,
that the King of glory may come in.
Who is this King of glory?
The Lord, strong and mighty,
the Lord, mighty in battle!
Lift up your heads, O gates!
And lift them up, O ancient doors,
that the King of glory may come in.
Who is this King of glory?
The Lord of hosts,
he is the King of glory! Selah

 

 

THAT POUR AGAIN…

A steep learning curve.  I allowed the paper to be too wet for the last wash, and colour crept across under some of the masking.  Lots of fun and a surreal result.  Also it is obvious that I have to be more aware of contrasts.  I may do more with this but probably not.  I will certainly be doing more pouring though.

You can see from the following black and white copy that a better value range was needed.