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Thought from Fr. Colm - 18th February 2024

A Lenten Poem from Wendell Berry – Sabbaths, II from 1985

A gracious Sabbath stood here while they stood

Who gave our rest a haven.

Now fallen, they are given

To labor and distress.

These times we know much evil, little good

To steady us in faith

And comfort when our losses press

Hard on us, and we choose,

In panic or despair or both,

To keep what we will lose.

For we are fallen like the trees, our peace

Broken, and so we must

Love where we cannot trust,

Trust where we cannot know,

And must await the wayward-coming grace

That joins living and dead,

Taking us where we would not go–

Into the boundless dark.

When what was made has been unmade

The Maker comes to His work.

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