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In no strange land
by Francis Thompson
The kingdom of God is within you

O world invisible, we view thee,
O world intangible, we touch thee,
O world unknowable, we know thee,
Inapprehensible, we clutch thee!

Does the fish soar to find the ocean,
The eagle plunge to find the air -
That we ask of the stars in motion
If they have rumour of thee there?

Not where the wheeling systems darken,
And our benumbed conceiving soars! -
The drift of puinions, would we hearken,
Beats at our own clay-shuttered doors.

The angels keep their ancient places -
Turn but a stone and start a wing!
'Tis ye, 'tis your estranged faces,
That miss the many-splendoured thing.

But (when so sad thou canst not sadder)
Cry - and upon thy so sore loss
Shall shine the traffic of Jacob's ladder
Pitched betwixt Heaven and Charing Cross.

Yea, in the night, my Soul, my daughter,
Cry - clinging to Heaven by the hems;
And lo, Christ walking on the water,
Not of Genesareth, but Thames!

A Village School

Children arriving from cottage and farm,
From nearby hamlet as well.
A new hymn of praise opens the day
And the Vicar talks to them of Jesus,
Once a child like them.

The studious silence of little heads bent over their work
In the classrooms with bright pictures on the walls -
Animals and birds and far-off things.
Then in the playground games and laughter.
Cheerful chatter as pupils champ their midday meal.
Later mothers, fathers and grannies wait and talk
Until the boys and girls emerge.

These, Lord, are some of the sights and sounds of our school, Set in the heart of a village
Victorian gables nudging new neat boxes
Asphalt meeting grass and space all around.

Lord, let not rural schools become just an empty memory.
Protect them from the ravages of planners and economists
For they are part of your precious gift to your rural people.

Author unknown

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God's-Acre by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls
The burial-ground God's-Acre! It is just;
It consecrates each grave within its walls,
And breathes a benison o'er the sleeping dust.

God's-Acre! Yes, that blessed name imparts
Comfort to those, who in the grave have sown
The seed that they had garnered in their hearts,
Their bread of life, alas! no more their own.

Into its furrows shall we all be cast,
In the sure faith, that we shall rise again
At the great harvest, when the archangel's blast
Shall winnow, like a fan, the chaff and grain.

Then shall the good stand in immortal bloom,
In the fair gardens of that second birth;
And each bright blossom mingle its perfume
With that of flowers, which never bloomed on earth.

With thy rude ploughshare, Death, turn up the sod,
And spread the furrow for the seed we sow;
This is the field and Acre of our God,
This is the place where human harvests grow!



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Using your hand to pray

Your fingers can be used to bring to mind different things to pray for.


thumb
this is the strongest digit on our hands.
We give thanks for all the strong things in our lives; our faith, our homes and families, the relationships that support and sustain us.

index finger
this is the pointing finger.
We pray for all those people and things in our lives who guide and help us; for our clergy, Mark& Clive and for all the members of the South Wye Ministry team, including SWIM, for our friends and relations, for all priests, teachers, doctors, nurses, and for the emergency services

middle finger
this is the tallest finger.
We pray for all the important people who have power in the world; for our Government, for all members of parliament and for local councillors, for the Queen & the Royal Family, for all other world leaders and their governments. Give them the wisdom to use their power well.

ring finger
this is the weakest finger on our hands. It can not do much by itself.
We remember the poor, the weak, the helpless, the hungry, the sick, the ill and the bereaved, especially those close to us. May your love and strength comfort them and enrich their lives.

little finger
this is the smallest and the last finger on your hand.
We pray for ourselves.
God grant us the serenity
to accept the things we cannot change;
courage to change the things we can;
and wisdom to know the difference.

Lord in your mercy
Accept these prayers for the sake of your Son,
our Saviour Jesus Christ
Amen

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Here is a contribution which Judy Young came across at her yoga class. '"It isn't strictly a prayer but I find it helpful when trying to focus on 'now' "

Why?

Why do I live in the moment beyond when the moment I have is not past?
Why does my mind live in what might have been, when the mould of my making is cast.?
Why do we live in perpetual ifs for the past or what might have been,
 Like falling asleep to reality now and living in faraway dreams?
Wake up to your moment, wake up to your now. Hold on to the present and live.
Wake up to this joy, don't let life pass you by.
Wake up, it is time we must live.

 





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