Blossoms

I nip out to the garage
for just a wee minute
but find that I have to sprint
back into the house
to dodge an unexpected shower of rain.

Just as I reach the back door
a faint fragrance fills the air
and I pause at the door
sniffing the air
just like a Bisto kid
as I try to find the source
of that light perfume.
After a moment I find it –
it’s the rowan tree
beside our back door!

Tomorrow is Vocation Sunday
and sometimes I wonder
what I am called to do.
I am called to be
many things in life –
a wife, a mother, a teacher.
But I feel called
to do more than that –
I feel called
to spread a little bit of God
through writings
and through song.
These actions are tiny
and they often strike me
as quirky.
But I can’t help it –
it’s what I feel called to do.

I wonder whether,
through my writing and singing
I am called to bring
a wee flavour of God
into ordinary, everyday life?
Not overpowering –
just a gentle reminder
of our extraordinary God
in the midst of the ordinary?
A reminder that is light,
just like the fragrance
of the rowan blossom
at our back door.

© Claire Murray, 11th May 2019

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