A Sea of Green

 We have done with dogma and divinity

Easter and Whitsun past,

The long, long Sundays after Trinity

Are with us at last;

The passionless Sundays after Trinity,

Neither feast-day nor fast.

From a poem by J. Meade Falkner, better known for his prose writing, and, yes, the sea of green vestments stretches a long way ahead but 'passionless'? The Episcopal church whose sermons I find on YouTube could not be accused of lacking passion. The Edinburgh church I attend online does a fine line in sermons of a more cerebral nature but occasionally I like something more of a ferverino. And the idiom! Today's gem was 'I think Martha gets a bad rap.'  Perfectly expressed.