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From the Barn at Weston

From the Barn at Weston We huddle like sheep while shepherds tell old stories left-overs nourish Old timbers whisper while young impatient lilies try to keep silence Death and night give way halfway between dawn and day Eucharist happens

Holy Week at St. Andrews, 2005 Strip down to nothing Grab a towel wash someone’s feet Afterwards eat drink Infinite longing Like creation’s ache for spring Feeds on Tenebrae Leaning against hope Rough-hewn stones start to tremble: Prelude to earthquake Night and death give way: Dawn reveals our emptiness Filled with cosmic grace