“In vain we search the heavens high above, The God of love is kneeling at our feet. Though we betray him, though it is the night, He meets us here and loves us into light.” — Malcolm Guite Copy Share Image
“But here a pure change happens. On this tree Loss becomes gain, death opens into birth. Here wounding heals and fastening makes free, Earth breathes in heaven, heaven roots in earth. And here we see the length, the breadth, the… — Malcolm Guite Copy Share Image
“In vain we search the heavens high above, The God of love is kneeling at our feet. Though we betray him, though it is… — Malcolm Guite Copy Share Image
“But here a pure change happens. On this tree Loss becomes gain, death opens into birth. Here wounding heals and fastening makes free, Earth… — Malcolm Guite Copy Share Image
“O place my hands with yours, help me divine The wounded God whose wounds are healing mine.” — Malcolm Guite Copy Share Image
