Our Father – and Mother … and Mothers’ Day

Our Father

Our Father, Mother of all life living in timeless beauty
your name is sacred,
always to be praised and adored.

You created our world and continue to transform
the wonder of your creation.

We thank you each day for having given us your son.

Forgive our wrong behaviour
as we forgive the wrongs of others.

You know us intimately, guide our lives,
and protect us from harm.

For you are complete good, pure love, and perfect
all honour, power, and glory are yours
now and forever.


Richard Scutter

Rowan Williams in a series of presentations on the nature of Christianity at Canterbury Cathedral stated the view of God … in human terms … that Mother was much more akin to the nature of God rather than Father. Refer- the book Tokens of Trust which detail his presentations.

I must say in line with Rowan Williams family is most important … whatever your comparison … whether Spirit, Wind, Love, …

So looking at Mother in that regard on Mothers’ Day in Australia some equivalent words that mirror the well-known prayer in the Anglican liturgy.

Rowan Williams Wikipedia

ANZAC Day – a tribute to nurses

It is Anzac Day, held annually on April 25. It is a National Day of Remembrance in Australia and New Zealand commemorating all who have served and died in military operations. It marks the anniversary of the 1915 Gallipoli landing, the first major military action fought by Australian and New Zealand Army Corps (ANZAC) forces during World War I.

Too often we hear male oriented war poems. Here are some words as a tribute to nurses, men and women, who care for those that have become victims of war. And trying to capture the emotional weight, compassion and strength of nursing, reflecting on those intimate moments that occur between a nurse and a patient.

I Walk Out Different Every Time

I walk in whole,
but leave absorbed with fragments 
that attach to me.

A patient’s laughter, a family’s grief.
The weight of unspoken words.

I walk out different every time.
Stronger, softer, more tired,
yet more alive.

Every shift leaves a mark
which I take with me.

Richard Scutter.