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Friday, December 3, 2021

Offsite Post: ‘Hope’

 

We pray with our eyes to the east, longing

To catch a small glint foretelling

Your second, final arrival – the lightning

Flash of Your Divinity across the sky.

 

The poison of human sin grows more deadly

As the hours of our days accumulate:

The clergy connive with the wolves to devour

The sheep; the governors do not hide their

Contempt for one another; those ruled are

Mostly full of bile.  The few able

To collaborate constructively

Hasten the digital singularity –

The cosmos regurgitated from the stinking

Bowels of man, . . .

The rest is at https://www.newenglishreview.org/custpage.cfm?frm=190987&sec_id=190987.

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Holy Ælfred the Great, King of England, South Patron, pray for us sinners at the Souð, unworthy though we are!

Anathema to the Union!

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