In response to the Coronavirus pandemic and the Government edicts on assembly, social distancing and movement, this church has put in place measures to ensure the buildings are 'Covid19 Secure'. All items are readily available on arrival. QR and other signing in schemes are required and in place. Sanitising is in place.
All activities held on the church premises are subject to and take place in accordance with Covid specific risk assessments. These are available to read at the church.
The church is now open for private prayer
at 10:30 - 11:30 on Saturdays and Sundays
In addition the church is open
for support, friendship and contact on
Wednesdays from 10.00 am - 12.00 pm & 2.00 pm - 4:00 pm
Should you need support in any way, please do contact;
We pray that you stay safe and that our normal services can start again as soon as possible.
COVID for all its worth
Creating community again in our suburban street
Where care for others, kindness, respect for those we meet
Dark lockdown discarded by warm words at your door.
This seems to have outstripped what we each were striving for.
Old gods have failed. Now we consider, nurture
Both what and how to make another future.
The small, the local and my neighbour’s space,
New lingering moments where once the aircraft shrank our race.
A single bee teases nectar from the grey blue hebe
Gently seeking across a morning’s new poppy
With no recourse or comment like ‘I told you!’
She collects sufficient for one day or maybe two.
The complex beauty of each single flowering treat
Rests on the garden wind in today’s blinding heat
But neither blackbird nor greenfly are caught in my COVID tower.
The currants ripen, beans grow tall and flower.
My tiny personal risk, surely of no consequence,
Now impacts my neighbour, friend, leaving no defence.
I accept advice, ‘Withdraw! So not to endanger another.’
Here I find opportunity to get to know my brother.
A chance to listen, to hear, absorb, now aware and still
Time has reset her pace and is renewed. Silence a new thrill.
Stay a while, sense, stop and see the change of pace.
Too many deaths to see my gift as something of His Grace.
The children play all across the park; ice creams delight
All seems quite normal despite the COVID fear and fight.
What once required, assumed, now considered just an option
While a brief bus ride insists on masks, distancing, full of trepidation.
The nearby farm supplies the foodbank, hotels accommodate the homeless
Yesterday it could not be done; now new thinking lovely like a summer dress.
Time to call our friends, slow down, welcome each refreshing day
Sensing nature’s daily pattern or song, fresh plant or sun’s ray.
New ways to meet, work, see and do. Streets free for cyclists to speed by.
Regular habits, routines or obligations gone despite what I might try.
The unsought for chance to make a new life altering choice.
This gift of time, to be, accept, give, present, amidst all the noise.
John Latham. June 2020.