Red and Ready

Beds made; towels and chocolates laid out; curry cooked; house swept; sermon prepared; highchair, car seat and nappies begged, borrowed and bought - think we're ready to receive the family tomorrow - so excited...

Today, we have been here a month - it's been good - thinking it might be worth celebrating at the group in Cabeção tonight...

Lent poem today is "A Poison Tree" by William Blake; here is the first stanza:

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

...and grow, throughout the poem, until these last two lines:

In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree.

May we all be given the grace to somehow resolve our angers and not let them fester...