“Trust a crowd to look at the wrong end of a miracle every time.”

Kurt Vonnegut, Palm Sunday

Through all its many windows you may scan
Something of God – but vastly more of man.

Gilbert Thomas – Collected Poems.

You sheltered me from harm,
Kept me warm, kept me warm,
You gave my life to me,
Set me free, set me free.


“Everything I own”, words and music by David Gates,(Bread)

I recently opened a book entitled “Cowper’s Poetical Works” and in the front was the inscription,

Harriet Mary Hooper
from her affectionate Cousin
Elizabeth Wood, Nov 15th 1860.

To think this book was in the hands of that young lady over 150 years ago and now we share the delight of reading from it.

Wouldst thou go forth to bless?
– be sure of thine own ground!

Fix well thy centre first,
then draw thy circles round!

R C Trench

Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care;
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a Heaven in Hell’s despair.

William Blake, “Songs of Innocence and of Experience”,
VIII The Clod and the Pebble.