Sanctus We gather as Christs Church on Gods good earth And listen to the Requiems intense, Long, love-laden keening, calling forth Echoes of Eden, blessing every sense With brimming blisses, every death with birth, Until all passion passes into praise. I bless the hidden threads that drew us here, I bless this day, distinct amidst our days, I bless the light, the music-laden air, I bless the interweaving of our ways, The lifting of the burdens that we bear, I bless the broken body that we share. Sanctus the heart, Sanctus the spirit cries, Sanctus the flesh in every touch replies. (Sounding the Seasons by Malcolm Guite)
Posted on: Thu, 31 Oct 2013 07:38:00 +0000
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