Thomas Traherne and the meditating inward eye

 Some reflections from my sermon on October 1st

'A meditating Inward Eye gazing at Quiet did within me lie. And everything delighted me that was their Heavenly King'

So wrote English poet and mystic Thomas Traherne, born in Hereford, the son of a shoemaker. For ten years he was parish priest at Credenhill (picture above)

 in the beautiful golden valleys near the border with Wales. He lived during the destructive and turbulent era of the Civil War when so much was torn down and destroyed by misplaced religious zeal.

So much of religion is noise, discord, outcry, refusal, complaint, argument and sheer meanness. So much of religion is experienced as the jabbing righteous finger and guilt. Let us no forget that the Church created cancel culture.

Paul sees Jesus as the one who became empty and Wesley that God emptied himself of all but love. Another story sees the Holy withdrawing in love to make space for creation to flourish freely.

Contemplation, the quiet gaze, becoming empty, open is never easy but beyond all becomes a joy and delight where the inner noise fades