One Sweet World

 

Nine planets around the sun

Only one does the sun embrace

Upon this watered one

So much we take for granted

So let us sleep outside tonight

Lay down in our mother's arms

For here we can rest safely

If green should turn to grey

Would our hearts still bloody beat

And if the mountains crumble away

Rivers dry Would it stop the stepping feet

Oh let us sleep outside tonight

Lay down in our mother's arms

For here we can rest safely

Take all that we can get

When it's done

Nobody left to bury here

Nobody left to dig the holes

And here we can rest safely

One sweet world

Around this star is spinning

One sweet world

And in her breath I'm swimming

And here I will rest in peace

So let us sleep outside tonight

Lay down in our mothers arms

For here we can rest safely

Resources

Bookmarks

Resources

Wordclouds

https://www.wordclouds.com/

Write a church reopening plan

https://rockthatcollar.com/2020/08/05/how-to-write-a-church-reopening-plan-in-68-easy-steps/?fbclid=IwAR2TB4Iftyl5EsgAhnbMnDqMEJufLCkpSV8ELbKWLrbt_Yji0qEoUMxVZDM

Existing Liturgies

https://www.episcopalcommonprayer.org/existing-liturgies1.html

A Sanctified Art

https://sanctifiedart.org/

Oremus Hymnal

http://www.oremus.org/hymnal/yeara.html

Venite App

https://www.venite.app/

Book of Common Prayer .Net

https://www.bookofcommonprayer.net/

Yale Bible Study

https://yalebiblestudy.org/

Journey With Jesus

https://www.journeywithjesus.net/index.php

Revised Common Lectionary - Chris Haslam’s Study

http://montreal.anglican.org/comments/

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Handel's Messiah

 

The Moment

The Moment

Margaret Atwood

The moment when, after many years

of hard work and a long voyage

you stand in the centre of your room,

house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,

knowing at last how you got there,

and say, I own this,

 

is the same moment when the trees unloose

their soft arms from around you,

the birds take back their language,

the cliffs fissure and collapse,

the air moves back from you like a wave

and you can’t breathe.

 

No, they whisper. You own nothing.

You were a visitor, time after time

climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.

We never belonged to you.

You never found us.

It was always the other way round.