What are Sundays for?

What are Sundays for?



There is a morning;

Time brings it nearer,

Brittle with frost

And starlight. The owls sing

In the parishes. The people rise

And walk to the churches’

Stone lanterns, there to kneel

And eat the new bread

Of love, washing it down

With the sharp taste

Of blood they will shed

R S Thomas

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