The saint in her stasis reclined there, Preparing to rise, her handlers made clear, On what bailiffs call the Last Great Day When they swear in the witnesses at court. Wouldn’t it be fine to see it happen In the rainy doldrums of a Thursday, The skies finally parting, not for the sun, But the…
Let us now praise famous men, and our fathers that begot us. The Lord hath wrought great glory by them through his great power from the beginning. – Ecclesiasticus 44:1‒2, Authorized Version. As I write during this octave of All Saints I smirk thinking about Bishop John Jewel. He is an English saint worth remembering…
