Crucifixion by Malcolm Guite

See, as they strip the robe from off his back And spread his arms and nail them to the cross, The dark nails pierce him and the sky turns black, And love is firmly fastened onto loss. But here a pure change happens. On this tree Loss becomes gain, death opens into birth. Here wounding…

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Candlemas by Malcolm Guite

They came, as called, according to the Law. Though they were poor and had to keep things simple, They moved in grace, in quietness, in awe, For God was coming with them to His temple. Amidst the outer court’s commercial bustle They’d waited hours, enduring shouts and shoves, Buyers and sellers, sensing one more hustle,…

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Your church, your vicarage

The Telegraph: It’s time to rebel – the Church of England is abandoning its flock The things which most Britons still value about the CofE are about to be destroyed by the very people who are meant to be its custodians Read the full article here: https://www.telegraph.co.uk/columnists/2021/07/13/time-rebel-church-england-abandoning-flock/

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Advent Calendar by Rowan Williams

He will come like last leaf’s fall, One night when the November wind has flayed the trees to bone, and earth wakes choking on the mould. the soft shroud’s folding. He will come like frost, One morning when the shrinking earth opens on mist, to find itself arrested in the net of alien sword-set beauty.…

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