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Grace - Fresh Vital Worship - Ealing, London UK
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"Grace
Fresh Vital Worship
Lent 2005
Grace's Lent blog.
Welcome to the third Grace Lent blog. Everyday, in lent, one member of the Grace community will post a personal thought, reflection, idea, picture - whatever they want! It might directly relate to lent, it might be more personal or just seem a bit random. Hope you enjoy joining us on this journey.
where's jesus
Posted by harry on Sun 27 Mar 2005 - link
Nun wait so eagerly
...for the big day
Posted by Mother Nunzilla on Sat 26 Mar 2005 - link
O dark dark dark...
O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark,
The vacant interspellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant,
The captains, merchant bankers, eminent men of letters.
The generous patrons of art, the statesmen and the rulers,
Distinguished civil servants, chairmen of many committees,
Industrial lords and petty contractors, all go into the dark,
And dark the Sun and Moon, and the Almanach de Gotha
And the Stock Exchange Gazette, the Directory of Directors,
And cold the sense and lost the motive of action.
And we all go with them, into the silent funeral,
Nobobdy's funeral, for there is no one to bury.
I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you
Which shall be the darkness of God. As, in a theatre,
The lights are extinguished, for the scene to be changed
With a hollow rumble of wings, with a movement of darkness on darkness,
And we know that the hills and the trees, the distant panorama
And the bold imposing facade are all being rolled away --
Or as, when an underground train, in the tube, stops too long between stations
And the conversation rises and slowly fades into silence
And you see behind every face the mental emptiness deepen
Leaving only the growing terror of nothing to think about;
Or when, under ether, the mind is conscious but consci"
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