Moorland Group:Altarnon, Davidstow, Laneast and St Clether

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    A very warm Welcome to the website of 

    THE MOORLAND GROUP  

    of parishes

    situated on the

     northeastern edge of Bodmin Moor

    in Cornwall

     

    THE CHURCHES ARE

     

    ST. NONNA`S,  ALTARNUN with BOLVENTOR

    ST. SIDWELL AND ST GULVAL`S, LANEAST

    ST CLEDERUS`, ST CLETHER

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    ST. DAVID`S,  DAVIDSTOW

    Parish Priest: Reverend Deryn Roberts

    01566 880081

    stnonnas@gmail.com

     

     

     

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  • ORGAN RECITAL AT ST NONNA'S CHURCH ALTARNUN
    To be given by Martin Baker
    Master Of Music Westminster Cathedral
    All are welcome
    Tuesday 15th May at 7.00pm

    £8.00 Admission at the door to include refreshments 

     

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    Rectory Ramblings


     

    My mother-in-law – sadly, no longer with us – had a favourite saying, which she would use by way of reassurance when things weren’t going quite to plan: “It’s all part of life’s rich tapestry”, she would say. I would usually nod and agree, even though feeling very downhearted and dispirited at the time.

    And then, one day, I came across a poem which picked up the very same theme, expanded and explained it. In some of my darkest hours, I have turned to it for solace and comfort.

    It seems to me that many people, and the world in general, are going through some extremely dark times right now, and so I thought I would share it with you. It’s called ‘The Loom of Time’ - by an unknown author.

    Man’s life is laid in the loom of time to a pattern he does not see,
    While the weavers work and the shuttles fly till the dawn of eternity.

    Some shuttles are filled with silver threads and some with threads of gold,
    While often but the darker hues are all that they may hold.

    But the weaver watches with skilful eye each shuttle fly to and fro,
    And sees the pattern so deftly wrought as the loom moves sure and slow.

    God surely planned the pattern: each thread, the dark and fair,
    Is chosen by His master skill and placed in the web with care.

    He only knows its beauty, and guides the shuttles which hold
    The threads so unattractive, as well as the threads of gold.

    Not till each loom is silent, and the shuttles cease to fly,
    Shall God reveal the pattern and explain the reason why

    The dark threads were as needful in the weaver’s skillful hand
    As the threads of gold and silver for the pattern which He planned.

    I hope that if, like mine, the shuttles of your life’s loom right now are filled only with dark threads, you will be able to draw strength and comfort from the imagery of this poem, and look forward to the day when the completed tapestry will be revealed in all its unique beauty, the gold and silver shining clear and bright against the darker threads.

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    Your priest and friend,

    Revd Deryn Roberts

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