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Brighter than a thousand suns, / am become Death. Yet, as atoms split, re-configure, they sometimes moderate to re-arrange the glories in the bud, the splendours in the bush. Under a cleansing Heaven, life re-bIooms, charged and changed through a quiet, latent in that self- propelling spirit, there since our isIands’ birth.

Each Sunday I see him seated on the church steps, bedraggled clothes, white hair and beard, as I arrive for the last Mass, head bowed almost to his...