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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
