Ice fell from the sky last night,
and tree branches now bear its weight.
We heard them groan and crack in the dark,
gun shots ringing out through the still woods.
In the morning some limbs hang at awkward angles,
the pale flesh of their trunks gaping at us through the leaves.
Above us other branches stretch to the sky,
glittering as the sun adorns each one with a thousand diamonds.
In these icy...
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Last Tuesday I had a morning with the Dorset Army Cadet Force, at their annual camp. I reminded them of a Russian proverb: "Dwell in the past and you’ll lose an eye. Forget the past and you’ll lose both eyes." We are here today to remember.
Formed in the image and likeness of God, / We rejoice; / Fired by violence and facing away, / We recoil; / Defaced, despairing, curved in on ourselves, / We cry; / Remaking, repairing, curved into the world, / You come, the Image of God.