It seems quite obvious that everything I’ve written here of late has been quite trivial. There’ve been updates, because I’ve got loads of really exciting stuff I want to say, but somehow I can’t get the words out. Either I can’t bring myself to write them yet, or the right ones are somewhere out of reach of my mind.

No more we doubt Thee, glorious Prince of life;

Life is naught without Thee; aid us in our strife;

Make us more than conqu’rors, through Thy deathless love:

Bring us safe through Jordan to Thy home above.

Thine be the glory, risen conqu’ring Son,

Endless is the vict’ry, Thou o’er death hast won.

Edmond Budry tr. Richard Hoyle

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