It is the ritual not the fact
That brings a held emotion to
Its breaking-point. This man I knew
Only a little, by his death
Shows me a love I thought I lacked
And all the stirrings underneath
Good Friday: Inside the Gothic church of St Mary, Hirsau with an extract of Elizabeth Jennings’ “Requiem”. Title taken from Gerald Manley Hopkins poem “I wake and feel”
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