A quick little piece of writing, as I muse again on the life of one of my humble heroes/ spiritual nemeses, Brother Lawrence. If you’ve not read it, “The Practice of the Presence of God” is an extraordinary book, based upon the collected writings of this 17th century monk. He lived a life of quiet humility and service, and the simplicity of this remains extraordinarily challenging and moving today. Hopefully my light-hearted wee response here conveys the affection and the respect I have for his life and legacy.
O Brother, the stuff you said:
God there when you peeled the tatties?
God there when you washed the dishes,
God there when you swept that floor again?
How many tatties did you have to peel before you knew that truth?
How many dishes washed?
There’s a tattie mountain behind me already.
And another one coming up,
The dishes are stacking up
Like unhelpful wavering steps to the far-off summit.
And the dirt
Well, it gets everywhere.
I suppose I’d better get started.
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