Bend, O lofty Tree, thy branches,
thy too rigid sinews bend;
and awhile the stubborn hardness,
which thy birth bestowed, suspend;
and the limbs of heaven’s high Monarch
gently on thine arms extend.
– from ‘Sing, my tongue, the glorious battle’, by Venantius Honorius Clementianus Fortunatus (ca. 535–600).
A beautiful photo, and a verse of solemn joy and strong hope. I thought of you on Good Friday, and prayed…’and so the whole earth round is bound by gold chains about the feet of God. It was wonderful to hazve time to talk on Thursday Jason, on your Scottish pilgrimage. God bless you and yours, Jim