We recognize the depth of love, the grace that held us from our birth, but all too soon we lose our grasp and other things have greater worth.
A Hymn- Tune: HYFRYDOL
Who can know the different pathways that have brought us to this day, sharp felt scars, forgotten mem'ries words affirm, or facts betray?
"Mother us gently, Father us lightly, God of our being, ground of our care..."
God is less tangible than a neutrino (taking a short-cut? Or faster than light?