‘Pentecost’ by Malcolm Guite

Today we feel the wind beneath our wings Today the hidden fountain flows and plays Today the church draws breath at last and sings As every flame becomes a Tongue of praise. This is the feast of fire, air, and water Poured out and breathed and kindled into earth The earth herself awakens to her…

The Moor by R.S. Thomas

It was like a church to me. I entered it on soft foot, Breath held like a cap in the hand. It was quiet. What God was there made himself felt, Not listened to, in clean colours That brought a moistening of the eye, In movement of the wind over grass. There were no prayers…

Praying by Mary Oliver

It doesn’t have to be the blue iris, it could be weeds in a vacant lot, or a few small stones; just pay attention, then patch a few words together and don’t try to make them elaborate, this isn’t a contest but the doorway into thanks, and a silence in which another voice may speak.

Volunteers needed

With lockdown easing and the Abbey re-opening, we are looking for volunteers to provide a warm, encouraging welcome to the town and to tourists. Can you help? A beautiful and serene environment to spend time in, meeting people, helping the community. Email parishoffice@wymondhamabbey.org.uk answering the following questions: Why do you want to volunteer at the…

Condolences Book

Wymondham Abbey expresses its sincere and deepest condolences upon the death of Prince Philip Please light a candle at home and leave your condolences below. We will collect them and print them into a book.

Jesus the Christ by Ros Murphy

Jesus the Christ, unconquerable even by death! Bursting out from the depths of the tomb, A new power; let loose in the world. Now unrestrictedly. Accumulating evidence of a risen spirit body demonstrating victory. A meeting in a garden. Bread in a house. Fish on the shore. A promise of more to come. No more…