A crumb of dust
George Herbert, who left us gold...
"To be a window, through thy grace."
St. Andrew's, Bemerton, Wiltshire.
Ash Wednesday.
Flakes of snow falling out of the ash-light.
As I am dust, and to dust I will return, I started off the day properly with tea (needed to moisturize that dust in the meantime!) and a rich, metaphysical poem from the marvelous Anglican poet-saint, George Herbert (1593-1633
"To be a window, through thy grace."
St. Andrew's, Bemerton, Wiltshire.
Ash Wednesday.
Flakes of snow falling out of the ash-light.
As I am dust, and to dust I will return, I started off the day properly with tea (needed to moisturize that dust in the meantime!) and a rich, metaphysical poem from the marvelous Anglican poet-saint, George Herbert (1593-1633
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