Matthew 27:45-49 (A talk for Good Friday 2011) We will all experience moments of abandonment It might be when the partner walks out on you or when the child or the parent rejects you. It might be when the organisation or party or church, for which you have given your everything, tells you that you are no longer needed or wanted. And perhaps the greatest tragedy of death is the sense of abandonment that the surviving partner can feel. As WH Auden so powerfully put it, Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love wou
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