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25th Sun A
Sunday 20th September 2020


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Poems

Poetry speaks to the heart through the experience of another. The effort it takes to lay aside our own views and feelings and enter into someone else's vision helps us to prepare our hearts to be open to the wisdom of God.

This Sunday's Poetry

The point of noon is past, outside: the light is asleep;
Brooding upon its perfect hour; the woods are deep
And solemn, fill’d with unseen presences of light
That glint, allure, and hide them; ever yet more bright
(it seems) the turn of a path will show them: nay but rest;
Seek not, and think not; dream, and know not; this is best;
The hour is full be lost; whispering, the woods are best,
This is the only revelation; be content.

Christopher Brennan

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