That’s the title which the historian, Dom David Knowles, gave to one of
his books in which he laments the decline and extinction of the monastic life
in England. He himself was a Benedictine monk, but also an academic whose works
I read when I studied mediaeval history as an undergraduate. He didn’t come up
with the title himself - but pinched it from Shakespeare’s Sonnet 73:
Bare ruined choirs,
where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west…
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west…
The words came to
mind as I pondered this month’s cover illustration for this Parish Magazine. It
comes from a photo of the Abbey of Silvacane - provided by Parish Pump,
which offers online material for use in magazines such as our own. I didn’t
think much of it, till I realised where it was. I visited Silvacane last year
while on holiday in the Luberon - a marvellous area of Provence in Southern
France. The abbey is barely known and there were practically no other visitors
when we arrived. Founded by the Cistercian Order, it hit hard times by the
middle of the 15th century and the monks had to abandon it to the
Cathedral of Aix. It became a parish church, but nevertheless fell into
disrepair by the time of the French Revolution when it was auctioned off and
turned into a farm. It passed through a succession of private owners who
further misused it until the French government bought it back. The monks never
returned. Only in the 1990s was any serious work of restoration begun.
Now it is truly
magnificent - but empty. It’s no longer used for worship. But I could sense
something in its height and simplicity which spoke to me. How had it been all
those centuries ago when the monks assembled to sing the Daily Offices and Mass?
The church was empty except for the two of us, so I tried a note or two - and
then a chant, and a hymn and more! It was the most amazing acoustic - a building
built for the praises of God.
I can’t remember
just what we sang. I do remember that from memory I sang the Taizé chant, Surrexit
Christ - Christ is risen from the dead, alleluia! And thanks to my phone I
was able to look up the words of Veni Creator Spiritus - Come Holy Ghost,
our souls inspire; I think I was able to find the original Latin which the
monks would have used. An abandoned church - bare, though thankfully now
restored from ruin. And its plain stone still responding to the prayer of those
chants.
That was last August
while I was on holiday. I had no idea then that we would find all our
churches empty this spring due to the Covid-19 pandemic. It’s been a hard time
during which we haven’t been able to worship together or even pray privately in
our churches. And now there’s the strangeness of clergy allowed back in for
prayer and the celebration of the Eucharist - but without a congregation.
Those chants I
remember singing in the Abbey Church of Silvacane… The Surrexit Christus
is the chant we sing in our churches after lighting the Paschal Candle on
Easter morning. I sang it last in my study when we couldn’t use the church this
Easter. But I can tell you that I sang it in St. Cuthbert’s as well. As I write
now it’s the day after Pentecost, the Feast which celebrates the coming of the
Holy Spirit. I’m glad I was able to celebrate the Eucharist back in church for
this occasion. And on the way out I sang that other chant, Come Holy Ghost,
our souls inspire. Actually I recorded it - you’ll find it on our Facebook pages
and website.
I didn’t sing simply
for the pleasure - though the acoustic at Silvacane is near miraculous and our
own is pretty good! Rather, “He who sings prays twice,” as St. Augustine wrote.
For the moment our
song might be a lament. But we look to the time when we can gather again in
prayer and worship. St. Augustine also said, “We are an Easter people and
Alleluia is our song.” So, don’t be downcast: be faithful in prayer; sing as
best you can; let your faith sing out in the lives you lead - and in your love
and care for others.
Martin Jackson
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