Despite the threatening weather, on the way home from Hobart I stopt and, moved by the Spirit perhaps, decided to pray in the Pontville Catholic cemetery where my godmother Elizabeth is buried: so I walked that hallowed ground, where rest those sown by Christ the Sower to rise again at the end of time to face the General Doom, and for their souls read Vespers of the Dead (Placebo).
It's been too long since I've visited a graveyard: it's a real moral tonic. Memento mori!
'so I walked that hallowed ground, where rest those sown by Christ the Sower to rise again at the end of time to face the General Doom'
ReplyDeleteJosh, this is quite moving.
I am back in Perth by the way. Happy to be back in spacious Australia.
Rob
Nice to hear from you, Rob!
ReplyDeleteDo send a full account of your adventures in Merrie England - suitably edited, it could make a superb posting!
Brighton cemetary? Don't you mean the Catholic cemetary at Pontville?
ReplyDeleteMy visits to the cemetary get longer each time I go: so many old friends and family to visit and pray for.
Will do Josh!
ReplyDeleteRob
Oh yes, it is Pontville - Brighton is the township before it. I'll correct my posting above.
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