famous last words

In a parish church in Sheffield, a barn of a building, so spacious inside, looking at a stained glass window my eyes are drawn to a dedication and not the image.  The size of the building and an imagined small congregation brings to me how short a time has elapsed between the grand schemes of  founders and today.   It seems arrogant in one way yet a last exhalation in another; famous last words.  And that’s where I was drawn, to dedication, words in stained glass, a text of pride, a practice of pathos outlasting the gospel it frames.

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