From the notices: 7th January 2018

  • Amnesty Write for Rights will bring hope to forgotten prisoners around the
    world. A Christmas card can give them hope in their despair, both now and after
    Christmas. Details and addresses are on the noticeboard in the Church Centre.
    Cards can be sent after Christmas too. Frances Middleton has more information.
  • Norwich Inter-Faith Link and Norfolk’s Baha’i Community invite you to join
    them in marking World Religion Day next Sunday, 14 January, from 2.00 to 4.00
    pm at The Friends Meeting House, Upper Goat Lane, Norwich. The aim of World
    Religion Day is to bring people of all religions and faiths together, showing the common threads to our diverse traditions and how we can work together to create a better world. This year’s theme is Music and Poetry. All are welcome.
  • Next Sunday evening at 6.00 pm for 6.30 our evening service will be held in
    the Church and will take the form of music and devotions from Taizé, a peaceful
    sequence of devotional readings and prayers, interspersed with simple chants in
    the style with which we have become familiar through our morning worship.
    From 6.00 pm there will be a chance to sing through the chants informally, to get
    to know them. Visitors from other churches in the city will be joining us.
  • We are invited to join in a Chain of Prayer for Christian Unity on Thursday 18
    January in St Luke’s Chapel at Norwich Cathedral. Revd Canon Julian Pursehouse
    will be leading the prayers from 12 noon until 12.15 pm; our Church has been
    allocated the period from 1.00 pm until 1.15 pm. Revd Debbie Caulk and David
    Ingham will be there to lead the prayers but you will be welcome to join them.
  • You’re invited to join with other churches in praying this week for Norwich
    Cathedral, and for the schools in our city, their students, teachers and governors.

The Darkling Thrush
I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-grey,
And Winter’s dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires.
The land’s sharp features seemed to be
The Century’s corpse outleant,
His crypt the cloudy canopy,
The wind his death-lament.
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
Was shrunken hard and dry,
And every spirit upon earth
Seemed fervourless as I.
At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited;
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
In blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom.
So little cause for carolings
Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on terrestrial things
Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
And I was unaware.

Thomas Hardy