Tag Archives: Good Friday

The Rood

I shook when that Man clasped me. I dared, still, not bow to earth, fall to earth’s fields, but had to stand fast. Rood was I reared. I lifted a mighty King, Lord of the heavens, dared not to bend. … Continue reading

Posted in Church Year, Good Friday, Holy Week, In Memoriam | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

Good Friday

There is profusion in the Father’s love. He pours it out in spates and throngs and swarms, He breeds it like the insects in the air, He wrings it with the torrents from the storms. He hates no thing. The … Continue reading

Posted in Church Year, Holy Week | Tagged , , | 1 Comment