THE ANGELUS
Vanquished hearts, a noble need --
Souls, regretting distance, plead.
Bodies heaped, cold slabs betray
Good intentions, veiled decay.
With bowed heads and pondered deeds,
Hands close round unscattered seeds.
The Angelus -- all stop and hear
Your voice, Your love, Your presence near.
Fracas stilling, sail’s unfurled:
Time is here, in God’s own world.
Loving muzzles, rocks as art
Bells that toll, sidewalks impart.
Neighbours chant, across the lane,
Words, His glory, not profane.
The Angelus -- all stop and hear
Your voice, Your love, Your presence near.
Primum movens, beauty sways.
Doors can’t close to heaven’s rays.
Servants sate and soothe and share;
Earth, it heals in wondrous flair.
Falling stone meets rising flame,
Rest united in God’s name.
The Angelus – all stopped and heard
Your voice, Your love, Your presence stirred
THE ANGELUS
Nancy Coombs
The official communications channel of the Anglican Diocese of Niagara.
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