Posts Posts by: "Rosalind Hughes"

If the world fell silent, yet these stones would shout, Glory: how the mighty crumble; Glory:their facades are fallen; Glory:when the Christ comes calling: Glory…(Read More)

At the centre

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When the night sky, or an unfamiliar crowd, stretch out so as to make me shrink with smallness by their magnitude I find God still, distilled into a still, small voice in the centre of my senses…(Read More)

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