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Covid Communion

Though by Covid-nineteen we are kept apart in isolation distanced and distressed; though no kiss nor embrace should hug my heart lest an accidental Judas left me cursed; yet I keep on seeking for a hopeful sign that the Spirit who calls us to be one in Christ by blessing bread and fruit of vine, might show afresh our part in God's own Son. Sunday still feels holy even though alone, for we are each connected by the sound of those familiar voices on the phone sharing Eucharistic prayers. We are found, touched and joined by the Spirit on the line with the Saviour Jesus – God divine. Feast of Corpus Christi

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