I wrote this one afternoon at one of our favourite north coast haunts; Murlough Bay.
Being winter the trees stood out. Without their leaves, they looked like little sketches. I imagined their shaping by the wind off the sea, years in the sculpting. I think that an album by County Antrim singer Bob Speers called Northland was inspiring me. I think I also might have lost the run of myself and considered being influenced by Seamus Heaney!
The preacher side then took over and I started surmising my own life and how the Holy Spirit was shaping me by the long consistent blowing across my life. Eugene Peterson's Long Obedience In The Same Direction book on the Psalms of Ascent is in there too.
I had the privilege of joining it up with a lovely song by Sam Hill called Listen To the Breeze and it went on our album under the moniker Stevenson and Samuel called Grace Notes...
Winter trees on a north coast headland
That drops into Murlough bay
Asking mystical questions
With the serenity of their gentle sway
And I'm fascinated by the mystery
Did God peer down then bending
Pencil sketch them in the cloak of darkness
Or the distraction of the sun descending
They are so skilfully shaped like dancers
So brilliantly and beautifully bent
And I’m sure there ain’t no short cut
But a long slow consistent dent
And what of my life landscape
Do I stand there the shape of intrigue
Evidence of what can’t be seen
Like these winter trees?