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Hymn and Prayers for 12th Sunday after Trinity

'Father, Lord of all Creation'

Reading & Collect

Our weekly reflection will be part of our Online Service on YouTube on Sunday


Hunger Emily Dickinson

I had been hungry all the years; My noon had come, to dine; I, trembling, drew the table near, And touched the curious wine. ‘T was this on tables I had seen, When turning, hungry, lone, I looked in windows, for the wealth I could not hope to own. I did not know the ample bread, ‘T was so unlike the crumb The birds and I had often shared In Nature’s dining-room. The plenty hurt me, ‘t was so new, ? Myself felt ill and odd, As berry of a mountain bush Transplanted to the road. Nor was I hungry; so I found That hunger was a way Of persons outside windows, The entering takes away.

To Pray for

  • Protection and safety for those in Afghanistan as the Taliban increase their control

  • Those living in Haiti and affected by the earthquake

  • The strength to forgive

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