Monthly Archives: January 2015

Antonine Maillet et le retour des réfugiés / 1ere et 2 eme parties

Le retour de réfugiés que ce soit en 1755 en Acadie où au XXe siècle est douloureux et merveilleux. Il est le rêve de tous ceux qui ont dû quitter leurs racines, leurs maisons, leur terre.
Antonine Maillet, qui a non seulement hérité de l'amour d'une terre mais de l'amour d'une langue et du talent de conteur/conteuse, nous donne par la seule force des mots toutes les souffrances, tous les espoirs toutes les joies d'un peuple qui rentre au pays.

Today and Memories


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A Wake


A Wake

For U + Z
Sometimes, in this, my winter, the fall of sunlight across my face
Recalls a summer more lovely than has ever been, or will.
And then all night I heard it, a rattle from the road
From some loose drain as the cars passed over;
It couldn’t interrupt my sleep, because I had none,
Lying there, waiting for the light and birds to come.
I had no idea what this wakefulness might portend,
This endless restless attention to detail, sleepless;
My whole life spent trying to understand
The fractured meaning of objects, and my
Dreadful inclusion amongst them. Oh, our stupid whim
To run away, to flee this specific and ordered world,
And be vanquished, ravished, like light or birds,
And welcome the morning through their undying hymn.

Nicholas Worskett

more Clarity in my Heart please.


God help us to find our confession.

God help us to find our confession;
The truth within us which is hidden from our mind;
The beauty or the ugliness we see elsewhere
But never in ourselves;
The stowaway which has been smuggled
Into the dark side of the heart,
Which puts the heart off balance and causes it pain,
Which wearies and confuses us,
Which tips us in false directions and inclines us to destruction,
The load which is not carried squarely
Because it is carried in ignorance.
God help us to find our confession.
Help us across the boundary of our understanding.
Lead us into the darkness that we may find what lies concealed;
That we may confess it towards the light;
That we may carry our truth in the centre of our heart;
That we may carry our cross wisely
And bring harmony into our life and our world.


Michael Leunig

Dieu aide-nous à trouver notre chemin de vérité

Dieu aide-nous à trouver notre chemin de vérité;
L’essence de nous-même qui échappe à notre esprit;
La beauté ou la laideur que nous voyons ailleurs
Mais jamais en nous.
Le passager clandestin qui a été caché
Dans le côté obscur de notre cœur,
Qui le déséquilibre et le fait souffrir,
Qui nous confond et qui nous lasse,
Qui nous fait prendre de mauvaises directions et nous incline à la destruction,
Le poids qui n’est pas bien ajusté
Parce qu'il est porté dans l'ignorance.
Dieu aide-nous à trouver notre chemin de vérité.
Aide-nous au-delà des limites de notre compréhension.
Conduis-nous à travers les ténèbres afin que nous puissions trouver ce qui s’y dissimule ;
Afin que nous puissions le porter vers la lumière;
Afin que notre vérité demeure dans notre cœur;
Afin que nous puissions porter notre croix avec sagesse
Et apporter l'harmonie dans notre vie et dans notre monde.


Version française Margot Krebs Neale

“We make His love too small”

A poem by Malcolm Guite

An extract of the explanation Malcolm gives about his poem is:

"We sometimes make his love, and the object of his love too small! We diminish and dwindle it down to some small time religious patter about the way we feel. In this sonnet I am trying to be open again to the literally Cosmic dimensions of John 3:16!"

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For God So Loved the World

The whole round world, in Greek the total cosmos,
Is all encompassed in this loving word;
Not just the righteous, right on, and religious,
But every one of whom you’ve ever heard,
And all the throng you don’t know or ignore,
For everyone is precious in his sight,
Chosen and cherished, loved, redeemed before
The circling cosmos ever saw the light.
He set us in the world that we might flourish
That His beloved world might live through us
We chose instead that all of this should perish
And turned his every blessing to a curse.
And now he gives himself, as Life and Light
That we might choose in Him to set things right.

More about his poem here For God so loved the World on Malcolm's blog.

Ready for Winter