Latest posts by Martin Moodie (see all)
- Around the world in 80 (or so) days - May 15, 2022
- Cannes on steroids and gobsmacked in an airport wonderland - May 11, 2022
- A sneak preview of a new wonder of the world - May 10, 2022
To what God shall we chant our songs of battle?
Oh, to whom shall a song of battle be chanted?
Not to our lord of the hosts on his ancient throne
Drowsing the ages out in Heaven alone.
The celestial choirs are mute, the angels have fled
Word is gone forth abroad that our lord is dead.
– Harold Monro, 1914