finding a way through Lent, begins again

Smoky marks form a cross on my forehead, and echo the crusted cross above the tiny church where I received them.

Tiny church – the smallest in England – rests among sheep on a green slope; an almost imperceptible stream at the field’s boundary, following a distant track to Ebbesbourne.

Enormous sums have been raised to preserve this small stone building, rebuild its roof, plaster its stonework, damp-proof floors, and place a ribbon of heaters around the cold walls.

Enshrining memories of times gone into mist, ever a small community edging along a narrow valley, rural and distant.

..and the ashes link us: a light scatter of history … touches and passes, and a smudge remains to mark the skin.

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About Lavender Buckland

LLM rural ministry, communicator, website manager, passionate about communication! Music, reading, poetry, embroidery, and LIFE!
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