in the quiet garden of the old Greek Baptistery,
down by the river where Saint Paul baptised Lydia,
only the sound of nature is heard. 
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the quiet rustle pulled from the leaves
by the cool summer breeze,
the kingfisher’s song, friendly and light,
and the clean river’s quiet flow
down the holy banks.  

now here we sit, on ancient stone,
pouring cup and breaking bread,
partaking in a sacred communion.

Published 8th March, 2026.

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