Readings
The work of worth
In this late hour of reasoned speech,
When stars seem more like metaphor than sign,
And incense curls in empty naves,
Where silence oft must serve as shrine,
Still, something stirs behind the eyes,
That stare at screens to analyse.
We do not speak of God at lunch,
Except in jest or anecdote.
If worship’s seldom
You call us out of the singularity of our everyday world
Spirit of life, love, and community, you have called us into a world of the common and the shared.
In the concerns and worries, the need, and the want of our usual comings and goings we find it hard to stop and consider deeply what we are doing. In the hurry of a working day, in
Dewi Sant’s Little Things
Dewi Sant’s last words were:
Brothers and sisters, be joyful and keep your faith, and do the little things that you heard and saw from me. And me, I’ll will take the road that our fathers went on…
Dewi Sant’s Little Things
Not the sound of a harp but the sound of a harp-string
Not great oaktrees
Theodore Parker Redux : writings adapted from Prayers by Theodore Parker The British and Foreign Unitarian Association Essex Hall 1910
Supreme Love, that needs nothing other than recognition, may we all enter into your presence. We are held in awe, open to understanding ever more as Wisdom. Together we can inspire justice, be heartened by love and blessed by our communion. Supreme Love we know that there is no requirement for sacrifice, no false or
The Days That Are Gone
“Thank you for the days, those endless days,
those sacred days you gave me.”
– ‘Days’, The Kinks (1968)
Thank you for the days that are gone:
for the days of hope,
for the days of resolution to save the world,
when, by striving, we’d make it true.
Thank you for the beauty.
Thank you for the
Presentation
PRESENTATION
“They brought him up to Jerusalem
to be presented to the Lord.”
Luke 2: 22
Take your newborn child to your sacred place, your temple,
to be presented to the Holy One.
Give thanks for the light that has come into your lives as
this new life opens.
Give thanks for the incarnate promise in this new birth;
The music pulls me back
On hearing of the death of Marianne Faithfull
30th January 2025
It’s the music that pulls me back:
back to places where life happened,
back to days and nights of tenderness and joy,
back to good friends and sweet lovers;
back to coffee in stained mugs,
back to long evenings in hazy, smoke-filled rooms;
back to
Living and dying
You are invited to join in with the words of this responsive reading in bold.
Spirit of Life, God of All Love, help us to face our human predicament,
and come to terms with the knowledge that our lives will end someday.
To deny death is to deny life; may we live honestly, courageously, and wholeheartedly, knowing