Words of Light and Hope Sunday 21st August from Rev’d Helen
As the tamed horses still hear the call of her wild brothers
And as the goose flaps hopeful wings as his sisters fly overhead,
So too perhaps, the wild ones amongst us are our only hope in calling us back to our true nature.
Wild ones who still have not been turned to stone,
By the far reaching grasp of the empire
and its programme of consumer sedation,
The killing of imagination.
Where, my friends have the wild ones gone?
This reading is written by Joel McKerrow and forms part of Meditation Day 29 from the Northumbria Community’s Celtic Daily Prayer published by Collins.
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