Brought to tears
To know
I’ve never
Met you
But you
Love me
In a way
That moves me
That you desire
For my dreams
To be realized
And for hope
To spring eternal
You humble me
Leave me wondering
If how you love me
Is how God
Wants us to
Love each other
Have you heard of it? On a woodland walk to the south of the county, we met a charming woman in her seventies. She was Wiltshire born and bred and well-spoken but had never heard of Silbury Hill until I mentioned it to her. Of course everybody has heard of Stonehenge - including the touring Canadian couple we met outside "The Royal Oak" in Swallowcliffe but they had also never heard of Silbury Hill.
I love the fact that nobody knows why it was built over a period of a hundred years between 2400 and 2300 BC. There are plenty of theories but it seems pretty certain that it was not a burial mound. Perhaps it was a ceremonial meeting place. It is estimated that it took eighteen million man hours to build and that 248,000 cubic metres of chalky earth were used. It stands about forty metres tall and covers an area of five acres.
They embraced the unknown mystery of it all. In contrast, modern men dug tunnels into Silbury Hill in search of solutions and maybe treasure too. They didn't find these things and then typically they forgot to backfill their digs which later caused damage to the ancient hill. Earlier, Romans had also damaged it - building a settlement close by.
I’m having to trust
Trust His Goodness
Trust when the anxiety
Sets in
Trust His Will
Is better than mine
Enjoy the day
Not wish it away
Knowing when
To stop fighting
And surrender
Any prayer requests?