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A Song
A Song that wraps up memories in rare expensive silkthat charms hurt hearts to bloom deep red again with trustsing me such a song such a song that
A Song that wraps up memories in rare expensive silkthat charms hurt hearts to bloom deep red again with trustsing me such a song such a song that
For Ian Who will write our hymns, breathe life into our psalms, honour our dead? I see you, standing at the lectern, finger pointed in
For Dear Ian Passing is not an acceptable word for your death, dear Ian.Wrenching, tearingCloserBut still not right for the loss of you, whom we
Inclusive language paraphrases of the Psalms by Ian Sowton, Holy Trinity Community, 2005. Forward This is not a new translation of the Psalms. It is a
This blessing couldpound on your doorin the middle ofthe night. This blessing couldbang on your window,could tap dancein your hall,could set a dog loosein your
you can’t win. Nobody does—though that of course is no comfort. As to managing the exasperations, frustrations, and angers that can attend old age, it’s
Thank you to everyone who made the return of Lifting Spirits tonight so lovely. See you next week for a new cocktail, songs, poetry and
Sherman Hesselgrave From the summer of 2008, when I arrived at Holy Trinity, until August of 2017, when she died, Bonnie Briggs and I met