Wood piled up for winter to be burnt
Fossil fuels. Fires
Amazon basin burning,
South West Australia,
The world is going up in smoke!
The way we lay waste the world.
‘O my people weep with me.’
Once they have gone – they’re gone!
Behold, Behold, the Wood of the Cross
There in a garden of tears
My heavy load he chose to bear.
Hands that flung stars into space
To cruel nails surrendered.
And when I am lifted up from the earth I shall draw all people to myself.
God loved the world so much that he gave his only Son
so that everyone who believes in him may not be lost
but may have eternal life. John 3: 16
‘And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness, deep-down things.
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
(God’s Grandeur G.M.Hopkins)
Wood hath hope, when it’s cut, it grows green again and it’s boughs
sprout clean again. Wood hath hope. (John Foley SJ)
Our sister, Mother Earth, now cries out to us because of the harm we have inflicted on her by our abuse of the goods with which God has imbued her.
Our violence is reflected in the sickness of the soil, the water, and the air
in all its forms of life. L.si’ 2.
We cannot be silent witnesses to terrible injustices because all creatures are connected. Each must be cherished with love and respect, for all of us as living creatures, are dependent upon one another. L.si’ 42.
We are pilgrims on a journey. We are travellers on the road.
We are here to help each other, walk the mile and bear the load.