Showing posts with label Walsingham. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Walsingham. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 16, 2024

                                             Norfolk Coast Path

                                          Wednesday

                                     Cold and overcast

                               But today's rain comes as a 

                                      Blessing from BVM.


To Walsingham, the No29 goes all the way

But guided tours are off until late June, so we must pay

To show ourselves around the Abbey grounds and holy wells

Though cut our visit short as icy rain returns in squalls


Preferring coffee in the shrine cafe, or visit to

The Shrine Museum, the court and cells, for undesirables who

Got extra time for looking around, for whistling or singing

Whilst those who did far naughtier things are sent on via the shipping.


Soup, back in the shrine cafe, before we make a start

To walk round the Rosary Way which lies at the heart

Of Pilrimage to Walsingham - a journey for the mind

To focus ever more upon the mysteries, to find


A new way through the Labyrinth of emotions which entwine

Our seeking for the spiritual, our sense of the divine

Until within the Holy House we know that we have come

Not to an end but to a place where new quests are begun


For this place is a vehicle, a means of moving on,

A start of possibilities for life once we have gone

Back to our normalities, our families, our friends,

Where love and mercy daily find that giving never ends


And shrines, however beautiful, however filled with prayer,

Are dangerous if we come to believe that only there

Can we fulfil our purposes, experience true worth

When all the time, where're we are, we've all the gifts of earth.


The Albatros is open so we dine

On pancakes, beer and Scrabble until nine.


Brian Hick April 2012

©copyright Sally Hick 16.4.24


Thursday, February 15, 2024

 1119

Notes from Norfolk


A night of milder air and all the snow is gone.

Sun oozes through the gently warming grey;

The fields return to green

Beneath the sway of stripped out branches;

Now we must believe that winter's done.


......


A blackbird calls above Our Lady's shrine

While workmen plant the beds anew

For the Lenten pilgrims who

Will seek for resurrection in spring time.


The rosary's intoned and prayers are said

Candles lit and offerings made

To Our Lady, who has paved

The path we follow, where her son has led.


Silent lanes wind across the fens

.....


Brian Hick February 2012

©copyright Sally Hick 15.2.24