Charles Cowling
A beautiful expression of the secularist’s dilemma in our ‘mixed up, muddled up’ world. And a lovely song too, of course. Pity, perhaps, about the indeterminate accent.  I don’t believe in an interventionist God But I know, darling, that you do But if I did I would kneel down and
Charles Cowling
When you go When you go, if you go, and I should want to die, there’s nothing I’d be saved by more than the time you fell asleep in my arms in a trust so gentle I let the darkening room drink up the evening, till rest, or the new
Charles Cowling
  I sat down yesterday afternoon to write a review of Powell and Family, a brand new funeral home in Droitwich. In a supersaturated funeral industry, here’s one to watch. There’s a Darwinian clearout of superfluous undertakers already under way, and evolution is likely to favour the Powells. Check out