Eva-Maria Simms: Letter from my 60th Birthday
I broke into tears before the great abbey door because the lament of the elements had overwhelmed my heart.
August 18, 2019 · 8 Comments
John Samuel Tieman: Caedmon’s Hymn
One evening, as the monks sang and played the harp, Caedmon slipped away. He knew no songs. Thus embarrassed, he spent the night sleeping with the animals. In his dream, “someone”, Bede says, approached Caedmon, and asked him to sing of the beginning of all things.
May 17, 2019 · Leave a comment
