So Lent is over. Covid restrictions in Northern Ireland have reduced sufficiently to allow resumption of public worship, though rousing "Alleluias" and roof-raising singing is prohibited... we have to whisper our liturgical responses and sing the level of our speaking voices behind masks... with a through draft from open doors and windows... though perhaps that could be seen as symbolic of the open door of the tomb!
Anyway, to finish what has been more of a sombre than solemn Lent, I want to finish this series of poem with something much lighter...
Shalom
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