The wind buffets the garden, bending the trumpeting daffodils
so they kiss the earth. Tentative tulips unfurl their leaves but hold back
opening their more fragile petals. Yesterday snow sprinkled the grass and
verge; today it is gone, washed away by the rain, melted by the winds.
Springtime in Scotland. A fortnight ago we were outside
clearing up the detritus of last autumn, the dead leaves, the extending shoots
of the strawberries, the rampant growth of the mint. Outside without coats and
hats. Basking in a warmer sun.
All around the world, winter winds of violence and injustice
blast and damage fragile life. I see case after case of appalling injustice. Of
innocent people suffering violence, assault, incarceration. As King David begged,
‘Arise, Lord, in your anger; rise up…Awake, my God; decree justice.’
Lord, this is the day that you have made. May it be a spring
day, a day of vindication, of rejoicing, of freedom from oppression for many
round the world. May justice roll on like a river, righteousness like a
never-failing stream. Extend your mighty hand today, Lord, and save.
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