I
walk the paved embankment to Lambeth Palace,
past
Parliament on the north bank and St. Thomas
the
hospital on the south, past nameless
buildings
and nameless homeless on the north,
past
the pastry and coffee carts with surprisingly
long
lines this early, arriving to find what looks
less
a palace and more a castle whose windows
need
cleaning. What captures my attention is
what
looks like an old church, moldering
on
the west end of the palace, and it was
an
old church, moldering, until it became
the
Museum of Garden History, occupied
by
parishioners who look startlingly like
either
old books or old plants or both. But
it’s
Sunday, Sunday morning, a glorious
Sunday
morning, and perhaps the books
and
plants are preparing to worship.
Photograph: Lambeth Palace on the left
and the Museum of Garden History on the right, courtesy Britain Express.
brilliant. excellent. love it. this day I will worship with the books and plants. cheers!
ReplyDeleteI have a notion that the plants are, as well as the leaves of the books.
ReplyDeletePerhaps, they are! Let everything that has breath praise our Lord!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Glynn . . .
Interesting turn this took.
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