It seems an appropriate day to pull this little poem out of my poetry file. The rain is pouring down, the Channel is roaring (with one valiant/mad windsurfer on it), and all those travelling this weekend are probably having to go by submarine.
I wrote this many years ago:
HI TIDE by me
The sea had long wanted to go into town
So, early one morning, it roared in
Found the arcades still closed
And battered them down.
Captain Butterfly is at the other side of the table collating and referencing his years and years of wonderful coral photos. He is going to provide a very interesting snapshot of the Maldivean sea. I am listening to the DVD that Malcolm gave me of the Assembly I missed at Haysbridge. Wonderful, and I so much hope I won't miss any more. It is a privilege to have two days with nothing to do but concentrate on being taught from God's word.
The speaker is just talking about the unselfish, loving and giving attitude that a Christian husband must have. It reminds me how grateful I am for Captain Butterfly.