"Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye,
Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride
With ugly rack on his celestial face,
And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace."
Not my own, Jeeves' s.
But it sums up the start of this day. First up because the weather has gone from promise to disappointment pretty darn quickly. And this morning's Pouring-out of Beakers has just about put the tin lid on it.
The last thing a bunch of early-morning Beaker Folk need, is for Gervase to ask everyone to turn to the person next to them, and tell them what kind of cake their relationship with God would be. At that time of the morning, it's mostly like a pancake - flat, and only experienced once a year.
I'm starting to think Hnaef has the right idea with his use of the Book of Common Prayer. It's lovely, it's predictable, and Cranmer never allowed space for sharing your feelings with your neighbours. Apart, of course, from your feelings of unworthiness.