The deep was not when I was born.
There were no springs to gush with water.
Will I now for ever and ever be reborn.
Or for one new life or slaughter.
Grant that we who celebrated paschal mysteries.
May by your gift hold fast to them.
Never forgetting our own histories.
Knowing we come from one holy stem.
Eastertide is almost over.
Our hearts rejoiced in resurrection.
We come to complete our Passover.
Putting trust in perfection.
Tomorrow is Pentecost.
So all is not now lost.
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Now at Easter’s end
We wait for the Pentecost
And salvation
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See Proverbs 8:22-31 and Today’s Collect