Hymn - "Praise, My Soul, The King of Heaven"
Reading & Collect
This week's readings can be found here Mark 6.1-13
Poem
"A Vision" By Wendell Berry
If we will have the wisdom to survive, to stand like slow-growing trees on a ruined place, renewing, enriching it, if we will make our seasons welcome here, asking not too much of earth or heaven, then a long time after we are dead the lives our lives prepare will live here, their houses strongly placed upon the valley sides, fields and gardens rich in the windows. The river will run clear, as we never know it, and over it, birdsong like a canopy. On the levels of the hills will be green meadows, stock bells in noon shade. On the steeps where greed and ignorance cut down the old forest, an old forest will stand, its rich leaf-fall drifting on its roots. The veins of forgotten springs will have opened. Families will be singing in the fields. In their voices they will hear a music risen out of the ground. They will take nothing from the ground they will not return, whatever the grief at parting. Memory, native to this valley, will spread over it like a grove, and memory will grow into legend, legend into song, song into sacrament. The abundance of this place, the songs of its people and its birds, will be health and wisdom and indwelling light. This is no paradisal dream. Its hardship is its possibility.
To Pray for
Those who are awaiting transplants while the shortage of donors is so great.
For those in Canada who are faced with extremely high tempratures and battling raging wildfires
Our friends and neighbours who have all cared for each other so amazingly. Be thankful for their love and support throughout the past year.
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