A Sense of Direction

The wind scuds across the river surface,

ripples seeming to flow upstream,

yet, as I sit on the bank,

I watch leaves, other debris,

sparkles of light on the waves’ crests,

below the surface,

journeying in the opposite direction,

revealing the river’s deeper response

to the compelling call of the sea.


Does this mirror the flow of life,

fuelled by consumerism and advertising,

dragging us in their wake?

God calls us in the opposite direction,

from me to we,

from getting to giving,

from injustice to fair play,

hatred to love.


As the wind drops, the ripples begin to reverse direction,

seaward call becoming stronger.

So may it be with our troubled world

as we journey into eternity.


By permission of Rev Ros Murphy