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Graduation 2008 - The Abbey Christian Brothers' Grammar School

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Bidding Prayers<br />

Walking Away<br />

We pray for our families and all who have nurtured us to this stage in our lives.<br />

We thank you for their guidance and love. May they be richly rewarded.<br />

Lord hear us<br />

We pray for our teachers and all the staff here at the <strong>Abbey</strong> who have encouraged us in our<br />

studies over the past seven years. May they be richly rewarded.<br />

Lord hear us<br />

We pray for all of us as we prepare for our A Levels. Help us to achieve our full potential while<br />

at the same time keep us aware of the needs of others at this stressful time.<br />

Lord hear us<br />

We pray for your blessing in the future. May we not be afraid to take risks – it is by taking<br />

chances that we learn how to be brave.<br />

Lord hear us<br />

We pray that we may never be afraid to admit that things are not as perfect as we would like<br />

them to be – it is this fragile thread that binds us to each other.<br />

Lord hear us<br />

We pray for those whom we have loved and lost – especially those who have died over the<br />

past seven years. May they know the peace of eternal life.<br />

Lord hear us<br />

It is eighteen years ago, almost to the day --<br />

A sunny day with the leaves just turning,<br />

<strong>The</strong> touch-lines new-ruled -- since I watched you play<br />

Your first game of football, then, like a satellite<br />

Wrenched from its orbit, go drifting away<br />

Behind a scatter of boys. I can see<br />

You walking away from me towards the school<br />

With the pathos of a half-fledged thing set free<br />

Into a wilderness, the gait of one<br />

Who finds no path where the path should be.<br />

That hesitant figure, eddying away<br />

Like a winged seed loosened from its parent stem,<br />

Has something I never quite grasp to convey<br />

About nature’s give-and-take -- the small, the scorching<br />

Ordeals which fire one’s irresolute clay.<br />

I have had worse partings, but none that so<br />

Gnaws at my mind still. Perhaps it is roughly<br />

Saying what God alone could perfectly show --<br />

How selfhood begins with a walking away,<br />

And love is proved in the letting go.<br />

Cecil Day-Lewis wrote this poem for his first-born son, Sean.<br />

C. Day Lewis, Poet Laureate England, b.1904 Co. Laois, Ireland<br />

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