Sunday, September 30, 2007

No, it's not England

This church is quite a distance from where I took the photo. It is in the suburb of Hunter's Hill, and I was standing across the river in Lane Cove!.

To me it looks like an English rural setting, which is quite odd as Hunter's Hill used to be known as "Little France" due to the high number of French living there in the 19th century - often in houses that reflected their country of birth

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I am a little church (no great cathedral) far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities.

I do not worry if briefer days grow briefest, i am not sorry when sun and rain make april.

My life is the life of the reaper and the sower; my prayers are prayers of earth's clumsy striving (finding and losing and laughing and crying)children whose any sadness or joy is my grief or my gladness.

Around me surgers a miracle unceasing birth and glory and death and resurrection.

Over my sleeping self float flaming symbols of hope, and i wake to a perfect patience of mountains.

I am a little church (far from the frantic world with its rapture and anguish) at peace with nature.

I do not worry if longer nights grow longest; i am not sorry when silence becomes singing.

winter by spring, i lift my diminutive spire to merciful Him whose only now is forever:
standing erect in the deathless truth of His presence, welcoming humbly His light and proudly His darkness.

(by e.e. cummings)