Colour & Design

““Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life? “And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.”

Matthew 6:25-34 (NIV®)

This field was once only a promise,

A dazzling array of colour

Held tightly within its seeds,

Packed with the possibility

Of flowers yet unfurled.

What hardship is there in blossom?

What struggle as beauty

And breath-taking wonder

Effortlessly create their lavish landscape?

Yet this bright field has been weathered;

Wind and rain, pest and predator

Have contested this ground.

Storms have raged here,

The dream of Spring distant

When darkness and deluge

Plundered hope.

This graceful flourishing has withstood challenge.

Treasure now this place of peace,

Know its worth,

For this is no ready-made gift

Handed to the favoured,

Nor the absence of worry

During tranquil times.

This is a seasoned

And enduring peace.

Chris Matthews