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These days I punctuate my afternoons with prayer, invoking

The God of years gone

But hardly forgotten. Far-off times when candles were lit,

Entreaties made, and love beseeched

Before the altar rail: Oxford Cathedral, hilary term, 1991.

You were closer to me then, I guess, and more than any time since.

So today I kneel, clasp my hands, and keen heavenward.

Praying, thinking, hoping

To bring you nearer still.

— Darren J. N. Middleton

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