Since the start of the pandemic we have been helping some families in the coomunity who have reached out to us. We have supplied them with food parcels in the school holidays when the family and children miss out on their free school meals. We also work with a local charity called Anon who help…
DetailsSee, 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…
DetailsAm I a stone, and not a sheep, That I can stand, O Christ, beneath Thy cross, To number drop by drop Thy Blood’s slow loss, And yet not weep? Not so those women loved Who with exceeding grief lamented Thee; Not so fallen Peter weeping bitterly; Not so the thief was moved; Not so…
DetailsThey 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,…
DetailsI was not there. I did not dream my way up prayer-worn Temple steps as you did, Christ-Mother, that day. I was not there. I did not scan the gloom or clutch a hand for courage in the Temple waiting-room. I was not there. I did not hear the praise which ancient ones sang of…
DetailsThe 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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He knew his son would outshine him from the beginning, so taught this child the only thing he could: The skill of taking blades and wood, and turning death into something else entirely.
DetailsHe 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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