A new Cherub has arrived

As you enter St. John’s churchyard from Spring Park Road you will see on your right a refurbished memorial, now mounted by a cherub.

It is timely and appropriate that this cherub should appear this autumn, as we are about to launch the new “Churchyard Trail” highlighting Trees and Biblical planting which has been undertaken this year. Appropriate because Cherubim (second highest ranking of angels, following Seraphim), are mentioned in the Bible, (Genesis 3.24), as guardians of the Garden of Eden.

 It is a fortunate co-incidence really because the stone masons we use at St John’s carried out the refurbishment on the same day that they attended to undertake some essential health and safety work on unstable memorials in the churchyard.

It is worth noting that we have a regular programme of inspection of the stability of the headstones to fulfil our insurance public liability within the churchyard. The headstones and grave plot maintenance remain the responsibility of the families of those buried here. However, many graves are very old and it is often difficult to trace these families and as a safety measure until they are identified we are advised to lay down any hazardous stonework. 

Bernard

A Shropshire Lad

Photo by Lottie Maguire Easter 2020 St John’s Churchyard

A Shropshire Lad  2: Loveliest of trees, the cherry now

By A. E. Housman

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now

Is hung with bloom along the bough,

And stands about the woodland ride

Wearing white for Eastertide.

Now, of my threescore years and ten,

Twenty will not come again,

And take from seventy springs a score,

It only leaves me fifty more.

And since to look at things in bloom

Fifty springs are little room,

About the woodlands I will go

To see the cherry hung with snow.

I Watched a Blackbird By Thomas Hardy

Bernard

Bernard has Shared this with us.

I watched a blackbird on a budding sycamore
One Easter Day, when sap was stirring twigs to the core;
        I saw his tongue, and crocus-coloured bill
        Parting and closing as he turned his trill;
        Then he flew down, seized on a stem of hay,
And upped to where his building scheme was under way,
As if so sure a nest was never shaped on spray.

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