This post is inspired by haiku Heights prompt word “Breeze”.
As gentle breezes blow
Nightingales in bushes sing
One of my favourite times of year in the Vale of Evesham and generally in the Cotswold, is Spring, when the blossom covers the fruit trees and the ornamental cherry is out.
Boughs bend to the breeze
Covering the earth in a
Blanket of blossom
Their beauty borne on the breeze
Children barely breathe
There are times when a gentle breeze can have a powerful effect, as can a still small voice.
Gazing on Taize
Sunflowers bow to the breeze
And my spirit soars
I will never forget the time I went to Taize. In the 1940s Roger Schutz was appalled by the violence and suffering he saw across Europe. Throughout the war years, he sheltered political refugees, especially Jews, whom he helped cross the border into Switzerland from the occupied region of France. He began to develop the idea of a community based on mutual understanding and respect for all. He found a suitable site at Taize near Cluny in the Burgundy region of France and on Palm Sunday of 1948, seven men took monastic vows. They dedicated their lives to working and praying for ‘outsiders’ of all kinds; especially those living in extremes of poverty, hunger, or disease. Taize is now famous for its gentle and powerful worship built on meditation through repetitive chants, a model of worship which has spread around the world. Brother Roger’s work continues; to bring reconciliation, unity and peace to all the peoples of the world. www.taize.fr