The petals of a wild rose really are heart-shaped. When I saw the first one lying on the ground, very early in the morning, I mistook it for a bit of confetti – it was so white and so improbably perfectly shaped.
I was reaching for my litter-picker, grumbling to myself that some members of the public will leave anything (anything!) behind on a nature reserve, when I realised my mistake. D’oh!
When I looked again, and really saw the petals, I could see how beautiful they are even when they have done their job and fallen to the ground. That they are so neatly formed is wonderful: a symbol, perhaps, of the love and care which God rains down on us, however daft we are.
We are so wonderfully loved by God the Most High – so greatly, so sweetly,
so tenderly – that no-one could ever get their head round it.
(Julian of Norwich, ‘A Revelation of Love’ Chapter 6)
Come, Holy Spirit,
fill the hearts
of your faithful people:
Help us to stand still
and let ourselves be filled
with your strong
Fill us to overflowing!
A reflection from Jennifer Brooker ObJN, who has been a frequent visitor of Sarum College. She has a degree in Modern Languages from the University of Oxford and master’s degree in theology awarded by Durham University.