In the cradle of Your hand there is safety, intimacy, trust…
And there I find my name: “See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands.”
There, my name is scored, etched into Your flesh: tattooed in love, blood-red.
The pain of that etching reveals the depth of that love. The marks indelible, everlasting…
Piers Northam 6 September 2024 Deacons’ Retreat in response to a ‘Word Friend’ – Isaiah 49:16 ~ See, I have inscribed you on the palms of my hands.(NRSV)
Marking the 80th anniversary of D-Day, the ‘Standing with Giants’ installation featuring 1,475 silhouettes of soldiers, soldiers and airmen, as well as two female nurses, is coming to an end. The installation was completed in mid-April, and will be removed from 1 September. It is a dramatic depiction of the D Day Landings.(Photo by Piers Northam)
Last week, whilst staying with a friend in Falaise, I was able to share in the commemorations of the 80th Anniversary of the Battle of Normandy. Known locally as the ‘Battle for the Falaise Gap.’ or ‘in military terms, the ‘Falaise pocket’. Just outside the town over 20,000 German soldiers made a final stand. On August 17th when Falaise was fully liberated by Canadian, British and Polish troops they were able to move on to the decisive battle in the Normandy campaign. It had taken since D Day on the 6th June to reach Falaise. By the evening of 21st August the German army was surrounded. About 50,000 managed to escape but an estimated 50,000 were trapped. These all died. It had been a costly battle with heavy losses on the Allied side. By August 30, just a few days later, Paris was liberated and the remnants of the German Army retreated across the Seine.
D Day memorial at the recently opened British Normandy Memorial, a joint commemoration with the people of France.
Normandy Beaches.
You came as shooting stars discharging fury from your boats, intent on our death. We defended land which was not ours, uncertain of our rights, but fear consumed us; made us fight back.
We no longer fought for an ideology, nor for the immortality of a band of evil despots. We no longer cared for that, as we showed the whites of our blinkered eyes. We might yet win but all around us death claimed our emptying souls.
And yet, we killed easily at first. You were wading up mud-soggy beaches. Your dying bodies filled with our shrapnel , wept blood into the earth. And then, we too began to die, our blood mingling with yours – the earth also claiming us in that moment of killing.
We stopped being enemies; not yet friends, but lesson-bearers certainly – for goodness, honour, freedom, hope and peace – dare we say, love? United in a vital task.
Send our message to Russia, Ukraine, Israel, Gaza, to Iran, America, China – to all the traumatized places where they need the humility of liberation.
Isis dancing with Old Father Thames. Leaded glass sculpture by Kay Gibbons. This panel has been produced in a ‘kintsugi’ fashion, after the Japanese art of bonding broken ceramics with gold. Beauty in fracture.. Broken beauty...
A Poem for Trinity Sunday, selected by Piers Northam. Written by the Persian poet , Hafiz. (1325-1390) and gently amended by Piers to refer to the Three persons of the Trinity. The invitation to ‘dance’ is based on an early Church theology of ‘perichoresis’ – rotation or circular movement (hence dance) within the relationship of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit (The Holy Trinity of God). The early Greek Theologians of the Church, led by St. Gregory Nazianzus – one of the Cappadocian Fathers- helped Christians to discover the relationship of pure love between the Father, the Son(Jesus) and the Holy Spirit. This Love energizes all that God has created as it pours itself in the sheer joy of life. It becomes a dance which carries us into the fullness of the joy of God and therefore leads us to see that love and joy at the heart of our own life. So we are invited to the dance of life in which we are encompassed with the swirling love of God.
Created for Joy – Hafiz
I sometimes forget that I was created for joy.
My mind is too busy, my heart too heavy for me to remember that I have been called to dance the sacred dance of life.
I was created to smile, to love, to be lifted up and to lift others up.
O Sacred Three disentangle my feet from all that ensnares. Free my soul that we might dance – and that our dancing might be contagious.
This poem was inspired by Peyton Salmon, who when she was just 4 years old, answered a question in Family Church about Pentecost in a profound way. (Piers Northam.)
‘How do we know God?’ She asks. ‘We feel it inside us.’ says the child. ‘And what does it feel like?’ ‘It feels like breath…’
It feels like breath: the engendering, enlivening breath, the rushing wind, the gift of life…
This child, just four years old, speaks an ancient truth – a truth not learnt but lived.
She knows the One who knit her together in her mother’s womb: recognises in a way that can’t be taught.