Author Archives: Barrie Cooper

Just as I began to write, Helen drew my attention to a very large cargo ship on the horizon; the play of light on the water was captivating as it moved gently across my field of view. Soon it will be lost to sight. All this got me thinking about what to say this morning.Continue reading “Light”

Thank you for taking time to read what follows. My apologies for the delay in composing another post, but the muse had somewhat deserted me, until I took a walk, yesterday, along the sea shore near my home. The photograph was taken as the ebb tide revealed what remains of the stump of a tree;Continue reading “Time”

Lord, it’s the day after Easter Day, And I’m lost. Waiting, expecting, perhaps longing For something to happen; break in to my consciousness and give me faith or something, to connect me…to you….Risen from the dead. I’m outside of my comfort zone in these Coronavirus days and making sense is mind blowing. Praying, hoping, bearing,Continue reading “The Day After”

Good Friday seems to me, like a moment when I should be silent. Anything I could say might seem crass, or words for the sake of words. There’s a hymn by Isaac Watts; ‘When I survey the wondrous Cross’, written nearly 300 years ago. It’s always been there or there abouts in my conscious andContinue reading “Good Friday Reflection”