‘But the mingled, mingling threads of life are woven by warp and woof: calms crossed by storms, a storm for every calm. There is no steady, unretracing progress in this life; we do not advance through fixed graduations, and at the last one pause…’
Monday, September 04, 2006
spoken in the cathedral and rumbling in my soul
Pour down upon us the abundance of your mercy, forgiving us those things of which our conscience is afraid.
