Week beginning 14th September 2026
Our words for the week are by American poet Lynn Park
Take the time to pray
It is the sweet oil that eases the hinge into the garden
So the doorway can swing open easily
You can always go there
Consider yourself blessed
These stones that break your bones
Will build the altar of your love
Your home is the garden
Carry its odour, hidden in you, into the city
Suddenly your enemies will buy seed packets
And fall to their knees to plant flowers
In the dirt by the road
They’ll call you Friend
And honour your passing among them
When asked, “Who was that?” they will say,
“Oh, that one has been beloved by us since before time began.”
This, from people who would have trampled over you to maintain their advantage
Give everything away except your garden,
Your worry, your fear, your small-mindedness, your envy.
Your garden can never be taken from you.