malcolm chamberlain

Not having a great week so far!... I managed to spill a full cup of coffee on my pda yesterday which has completely killed it! It's a funny, and strangely unnerving, feeling going out without a functioning diary. The very helpful woman at the insurance company, when I phoned to claim, said to me, "I'll stress that this is urgent as you can't do without it" - a sad reflection on modern living if ever I heard one, and yet it feels that she's quite right!

Anyway, with one thing and another, I have no profundities (or time!) to share in the blogosphere today, but then I don't think I could have possibly offered anything better than Kester's inspired piece, 'stones'. So, hoping that he doesn't mind (!), I'll just paste it here in case you've not seen it - it's a wonderfully sober reminder that grace should always win the day...

Stones by Kester Brewin

If we could all
just stop throwing stones,
and stoop, knees bent
and write in the dust,

we'd see that the dust
was once stone -
grand, and hard, and proud, and tough -
now ground and dissolved
in grace and tears.

So... how much better
to be a grain of dirt
on that kind prophet’s hands
than a stone
in the cold, accusing Temple
of the pure.

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