At church today we sang a hymn, the tune of which was very familiar - Ye Banks and Braes of Bonny Doon. The words are very apt for this time of year, when we reflect on the past and make decisions about the future:-
The pain that will not go away,
the guilt that clings from things long past,
the fear of what the future holds,
are present as if meant to last.
But present too is love which tends
the hurt we never hoped to find,
the private agonies inside,
the memories that haunt the mind.
(Hymn 718, CH4, J Bell and G Maule)
I'm posting a photo of Ely Cathedral - isn't the architecture amazing?!
Love, Liz
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