The Great Chip Famine

Local media is leading a lament on the scarcity of chips. WA pubs can no longer guarantee these sides with the Parmy this side of Christmas. Massive floods and a broken supply line in the East have dried up the supply of potatoes – so chips and crisps are off the menu. (Mind you, bare supermarket shelves tell us many other staples have temporarily disappeared as well)

Hence today’s Collect and Haiku:

Collect
O Great Provider who sent manna to the Children of Israel in the Wilderness. Grant us the sense of proportion to realise how well we remain fed in a world that is hungry. Transform this realisation into compassion that is motivated to share what we have with others. In this is your Glory revealed.

Haiku
No spuds to make chips
So easy to blame supply
Why not grow our own?


Measuring the lifestream

I’ve reached the stage in life where one is advised to monitor one’s blood pressure. The ancients viewed the red fluid coursing through our bodies as the source of life – a lifestream as it were. It’s something to contemplate as one slips on the cuff and listens to the whirr of the pump.
It deserves a Collect and a Haiku.

Collect
Source of All Life, pulsing and throbbing your love-power through all Creation.
May my coursing lifestream synchronise with the rhythm of your flow
so that your Way may be unfolded without obstruction and your glory revealed.

Haiku
Blood pressure machine
Hooked to my receiving arm
Telling out my life

Passing the Piece

The church service act of “passing the peace” had a different slant as we exchanged clay tokens resembling doves. These had been created by the family of those conducting the service. My “dove” was decidedly different – it looked like a hybrid of some kind of bird and my country’s unique monotreme – the platypus. “Passing the peace” became something like “passing the pieces” of the chaos that often overtake our lives. Hence the following “collect” (thank you for the inspiration, Pádraig Ó Tuama) and haiku.

Collect
O Great One who formed the Universe from the Chaos of the Void.
Gather our pieces and make them whole. May the beauty of that which makes us unique in our diversity point to your all-embracing love and grace so that we may know our completeness in You. Amen.

Haiku
Clay thing in hand
Whispering a call to peace
Grace of the Other

Strange Critters from the North

As if our strange great southern land
Was scarce of critters that are in no way bland
With roos and echidnas and platypi galore
Wallabies and quokkas sniffing at the door
It seems that December is a time to import
Additional life forms of a festive sort.

“Elf on a shelf” has been around for a while
Growing in number, and adding new style
And renditions of Santa from overseas lands
Create warm fuzzies as they offer glad hands.
But the elf whatever his shape or size
Has a new rival that evokes our surprise!

Yes, “Caesar in a freezer” has become quite topical
An appropriate visitor for our climate so tropical
A sophisticated Roman with lots of class
Lifts the lid on the freezer, as bold as brass
Is he inviting us in to escape the heat?
Or pondering egress for a meet and greet?

The season of Advent is full of attraction
There are plenty of novelties to provoke distraction
The themes of hope and peace and joy
Point to a love that nought can destroy.
The climax occurs with the Incarnation
And this is the cause of our true celebration.

Elves and caesars and critters all
Gather at Bethlehem’s animal stall
There to gaze in wonder and thrall
At the Creator’s answer to our deepest call.



Little Houses

What to do with those pesky alley loiterers and wagon wheels scraping on the walls? I know, let’s fill in the alley with a little house. My daily Worldle exercise gave me this photo to locate somewhere in Google Earth and my sleuthing, dear Watson, led me to the Hollensbury Spite House in Washington DC.

“Little houses” and “spite” naturally led me to think of the three-year-long battle my wife and I have been waging for redress concerning the notorious Sterling housing collapse, revealed early this year through a Senate Inquiry, to be a badly-regulated retirement housing scheme that saw aged pensioners lose life savings and the security of sound housing.

A tenuous link? I think not. How often has housing been weaponised to serve purposes other than the basic human need for secure shelter? Whether it’s to fill in a problem lane-way, keep the pockets of financial climbers well-lined, or serve as a symbol of status, the primary purpose of a house is to provide space for dwelling, a place to call home.

Jesus affirms the indignation of prophets of old when he berates those who hypocritically “devour widows’ houses” Our own country has a growing housing crisis because of the loss of focus on the primary purpose of housing. So now widows have a choice of sleeping in their cars or couch-surfing.

Which leads to this haiku:

How many times must
Human need yield to tycoons
Lining their purses?

Thinking Inside The Box!

The second attempt at today’s Worldle took me to La Tête Carrée Library, Nice, France. It has four stories of offices and three stories of library shelves.

The lion had no courage
The tinman had no heart
The scarecrow had no thinking head
But dreamed of being smart

If only the road of yellow bricks
Passed through the city of Nice
Our straw man might have completed his quest
Within this stunning piece.