Tag: Mr G

Do these ‘Little things’

One of the emblems of Saint David ~Daffodils.
Photographed by Gill Henwood in their natural habit.

Today, March 1st, we celebrate St. David’s  day, though perhaps not as boisterously as some Welsh people may do!
I once had a memorable visit to St. Davids in Wales, an highlight of which was a cliff-top walk which led to St. Non’s Well. (St. Non was David’s mother). The well is reputedly where David was baptized and today it is still flowing gently and pilgrims strew flowers on its waters.
David himself was very fond of water – the only liquid he drank, except the wine of the Eucharist.
He and his followers were known by the Latin word Aquati  meaning ‘water drinkers’,because of this.

Through living simply with God and teaching of the Love of Jesus, David lay down a pattern of life for his own disciples to follow.
On his deathbed he reminded his monks of this in his final words to them (and therefore, to us):
“Brothers and sisters, be joyful Keep the faith and do the little things that you saw and heard from me.”

The little things which David taught included prayer, being present for the breaking of bread at the Eucharist; reading scripture; speaking only when necessary and helping the poor. He believed also that we should have a deep respect for others; that we should always be lowly, possessing a humility which never expresses itself arrogantly and which steers us away from pride. He also set great store on hospitality – always being ‘at home’ for others and for God – having time for both.
These ‘little’ things are the bedrock on which faith is built.
Neglect of them leads to spiritual deprivation. Attention to them leads to faith expressed joyfully.
It is the little things we do in Christ’s name which matter most.

Mother Teresa of Calcutta expressed much the same thing when she said that she and her sisters didn’t do great things but rather little things with a great love.  St. David would have approved of that.

During this season of Lent we might try to improve our understanding of faith and pay more attention to the little things which build it up. The obvious faith-building things of prayer, bible and worship combined with a concern for the poor need our attention as much as anything else. We also should pay more attention to others especially when there is disagreement and difference of opinion between people and groups. Learning to listen to each other with real love is a way towards greater understanding but it also leads to godliness. Allowing our hearts to be open to others is real hospitality, especially because, quite often, whenever we open ourselves to others, God can also slip into our hearts and feel ‘at home’ with us.

This is certainly much more to be desired than trying to impose our opinion and views upon others!

[Mr G. St David’s Day 2026]

A Surprise of Creation

photos:Gill Henwood

Scarlet elf cup (Sarcoscypha austriaca)

These photos come from my friend, Gill Henwood.

Gill was  tidying up her garden ready for Spring recently.
“We found this in our damp dell whilst cutting back ferns to give emerging snowdrops more light.
This is a Scarlet Elf Cup (Fungus), A beautiful deep scarlet, hidden within the soft blush cup.
Vibrant colour, in a woodland floor of decaying twigs and leaves, and mosses. 
Creation surprises us with unexpected delights. Rich red on a gloomy, cloudy, drizzling day.”

For more information, visit the Woodland Trust website, which describes the Elf Cup as ‘Mystical and cheery.’ Mystical and cheery, the scarlet elf cup grows on decaying sticks and branches in damp spots and beneath leaf litter on the woodland floor. Their bright pops of colour brighten up even the darkest winter day.

Elsewhere we read that, ‘The Scarlet Elf Cup’ gets its name from folklore that says woodland elves use the vibrant, cup-shaped fungi as tiny goblets to drink morning dew or that fairies bathe in the rainwater collected in them. Its bright red colour against the winter woodland floor, combined with its delicate, cup-like shape, inspired these imaginative tales of mythical beings.

Elf-cups (a poem by Mr G)

Hidden beneath decaying leaves
forest debris moves.
Soil crumbles beneath finger and thumb
of creation’s constant action.
Earth changing shape as pale wintry light
penetrates the woodland womb
bringing to birth cup-like, colourful fungi
signs that winter prepares to herald Spring.
God’s creation always surprises us,
if we but look with open hearts
ever expectant to be captivated.

Yet look again – these chalices of winter dew
may carry Nature’s sacrament of new life
to waiting elves!

Mr G. 24th January 2026

Oblivion in Gaza

Oblivion in Gaza

You hold your dead child,
remembering the tender holding of your new-born.
You cannot weep but only look down
blankly, unseeing.
Numbed pain does its work
like anaesthetic holding off the anguish
of a pain too hard to bear.

You become inhuman
not in the way of the agents of death,
who deny you both food and shelter,
warmth and love,
but more because in the face of despair and agony,
it is impossible to be that child of God
you were made to be.

But you are not alone.
We too are dehumanized
as we witness this callous denial and misuse of humanity
– a humanity we are supposed to share.

And when we do nothing?
What is our answer
to the heart of God who made and loves us?
What is our response,
as we look on the child, cradled in your arms?

[Mr G. 23rd July 2025]