Category Archives: Art

You Know It When You See It

Fitzrovia Chapel Exhibition by Gideon Mendel: The Ward Here’s some of the information on the exhibition from the Fitzrovia Chapel website: “In 1993, Gideon Mendel spent a number of weeks photographing the Broderip and Charles Bell wards in London’s Middlesex … Continue reading

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You Shall Love Your Crooked Neighbour/ With Your Crooked Heart

‘O look, look in the mirror, O look in your distress: Life remains a blessing Although you cannot bless. ‘O stand, stand at the window As the tears scald and start; You shall love your crooked neighbour With your crooked … Continue reading

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Prayer

Prayer the church’s banquet, angel’s age,  God’s breath in man returning to his birth,  The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage,  The Christian plummet sounding heav’n and earth  Engine against th’ Almighty, sinner’s tow’r,  Reversed thunder, Christ-side-piercing spear,  The six-days … Continue reading

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Angel

  I am the only one here.   I stand in my one place and I can see a good piece down the road. I am yonder, further than the chunk of your stone. Right now, directly, I am persimmon … Continue reading

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The Angels

Should you hear them singing among stars or whispering secrets of a wiser world,     do not imagine ardent, fledgling children;     they are intelligences old as sunrise         that never learnt right from left, before      from after,            … Continue reading

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love is a place

  love is a place & through this place of love move (with brightness of peace) all places yes is a world & in this world of yes live (skilfully curled) all worlds   ee cummings

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There Is Yet Beauty To Be Found

Even on the day my little niece begins chemotherapy. What a ridiculous paradox. Hope is not an easy thing. It’s just insistent.  

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