Mothering Sunday at Dedham Hall
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- Written April 2025
Where conception becomes life,
An idea is transferred into memory,
Where a Catholic forgoes mass
And a Quaker isn't silent today;
Here in the beauty of an Essex village
Where a stream flows gently in meander
And you stoop to enter if you may
Bending the knee in silent adoration
The brush strokes down in a weather forecast
And the sap rises slowly at the start of spring
As the tiny church disappears into the mist,
But what happened there is still preserved
Covered with creepers clothed with love.
Thoughts of mothers (my own and others) of mother-church, and the importance of mothering.
March 2025